Overture - Rage

Once our eyes stare hollow into nothing.

Our fingers clutching helpless in the void.

Then our skulls won’t tell about our past lifes.

Rich or poor, we’re gonna be destroyed.

Nothing’s gonna save us from death, leave it all behind

And our gathering, it was all in vain.

Over and over again

Building up castles of sand.

Over and over again.

All for a kingdom of sand in your hands.

Bankers, beggars, soldiers, priests and sinners.

Leaders, losers, all will be the same.

If you keep your millions on accountings.

Nothing you will take out from this game.

And in your last hideaway, that’s kept far underground

You’ll share your remains just with the worms.

Over and over again

Building up castles of sand.

Over and over again.

All for a kingdom of sand in your hands.