Power Fades - Tragedy

We have waited, weak + lone

For your coming, mighty one

Our pockets empty, our spirits cold

Give us glory for blood + gold

To the earth their power fades

Like a dying prayer almost silent

Whispering: we have been triumphed

And anarchy, the skeleton

Bowed + grinned to everyone

To the earth their power fades

Police + priests, a sick charade

And to the earth their power fades