We rule by inheritance
And have no inhibitions
Our corruption grows
Slaves to our ambitions
Magnificent creatures
In haggard shells
Full of flamboyance
Grudges and quarrels
These rotten souls
Diseased and grotesque
With withered bodies
Rulers of this wasteland
The two become one
When the triple suns will shine
This tear will be gone
Takers and givers gone
We’ll stop the prophecy
For immortality
we’ll drink your essence
Our slaves forever
The two become one
When the triple suns will shine
This tear will be gone
Takers and givers gone