| I'm on top of the world, enjoying the fruits of decision | |
| Conquered the lame feeling brought on by your Spanish inquisition | |
| Hey you cannot beat a religion such as mine | |
| In a way I'm a relic of a god forsaken time | |
| Sure business is tough and we've got to make a living | |
| So never mind the people you loot and consume your glory days | |
| I hardly can wait for the day the tables turn | |
| I will be there to spit on your grave | |
| When your soul for ever burns | |
| Look for the writings on the wall | |
| This one's for you but from us all | |
| Look at your mirrors ugly face | |
| King of the scum of human race | |
| Near sweet liberty sing it's a song with a truthful origin | |
| Lip up the sky dance and drink wine to the tune of judgement day | |
| Hey clouds start to pack, could this be your waiting sign? | |
| Don't think I care I'll take my share and my chain to look away |