[Verse 1]
Hearkening the smoke and the rent earth roaring
Splitting apogee of the gong of warning
Crumbling the spires that you thought you knew so well
Dust in the eyes of the frozen rabble

[Verse 2]
They would like to be very righteous rulers
But don't hold your breath for a truthful leader
Likely have a doyen that you thought you knew so well
Twitching at the curtain in a beggarly motel

[Verse 3]
And in the night time, you can hear them coming
Banging on their shields and they're shouting something
Likely have protection that you thought you knew so well
Happy swinging truncheons at the ringing of a bell