A confluence of rivers once flowed out to the sea Where forests grew abundant and nature’s gifts were free Man built his mighty temples and prayed at his own feet But the desert sands were shifting, revenge can be so sweet.
We shall all rise up March to the beat We shall all rise up Revenge can be so sweet.
Beneath the Tower of Babel crowds began to form Gathering in defiance in the forefront of the storm Machinery breathed fire melting with the heat Flames lit up the night sky, revenge can be so sweet.
The culture of possession is both perilous and plain Man shows no inhibition in the conquests that remain Those who breed corruption should sleep out in the street Life is meant for living, revenge can be so sweet.
We shall all rise up March to the beat We shall all rise up Revenge can be so sweet.