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Carved in stone, but they are hollow inside
Golden crowns where the scorpions hide
They speak of water but they carry the drought
Sowing the poison through the gates of the mouth
Beneath the dust of ancient clay
The grand illusion starts to fade (screaming)
We see right through the mask!
False gods ruling from their thrones of sand
Spreading their sickness across the fertile land
Every promise was a gilded lie
Watch their empire crumble in the dry sky!
Mirage of mercy in the blistering heat
They trade in shackles while we bow at their feet
No holy water in their cracked-open wells
Only the echo of their hypocrite spells
False gods ruling from their thrones of sand
Spreading their sickness across the fertile land Every promise was a gilded
lie
Watch their empire crumble in the dry sky!
Nothing but dust! (nothing!)
Nothing but lies! (lies!)
Let the wind take the dust away...