Your withered idol Glorified through greed By the weak and idle Propagating Zion's Breed
Hark, hear the drums That are pounding for your doom With the passion and fury Of will and dreams, ambitions ground to dust
Wherever we set foot the blaze of fire paints the sky Our own crusade of retribution smites The rulers and the ruled
Thus their corrupted lullabye Did catch a tint of death In Babels tower, on every hour Our troops are marching out And in the same tongue we hail our new saviour "Hail!"
Their rulers, they know nothing else Than scaring flocks of sheep And he, the one who rules them all Can only groan and weep
For his throne of clouds and his pearly gates Raise him far and high above But his children rage, unified by hate What will save his sacred neck now? Love?
Hark, hear the screams of Jehova as he burns On the pyre of vengeance and dreams and will Ambitions, hate and lust