Hail, hail, hail! - the arena bellows
Swollen lips utter empty words to inspire
He bows to none, he outwits all
His humble servants with need to worship installed
A simplified mindset used for merely one purpose
While his pockets are not empty, they are glad to donate more
He feeds them with truths that they already would know
What a fertile ground for mind abuse - ignorant losers
Decadent - faultlessly
As the prophecies claim, the antichrist will be crowned
What we have here is even worse, they all just kneel before a clown
Inside the gla** hall the serpent is speaking
The master of the puppets giving out a brief display
Of confidence gained through delusive acts
Grand illusion holds - until they lost all they had
No more hails - the arena's silent
Successful deception - and so gone is the trickster
Now all they do is pray to the moon
For another lead-on to prophesize doom
As the prophecies claim, the antichrist will be crowned
What we have here is even worse, they kneel...
All the wealth that you can gather
(by illusions, by betrayal)
Just a glimpse of what would matter
(desperation, the great deception)