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)