Death Blow - Triddana

You live to calm your avarice

And hunger for wealth

Your soul is dry like a wilted flower

The great dream of power

Is already crumbling

What is it for when everything’s gone?

Soon you’ll be on your own

Then you’ll find out

Hiding by, yearning for the death blow

Hiding by, greed in your veins grows…

Making you die for gold

Behold the door is closing,

Your strength decays now

It’s time to clean your guilt

Before the dawn comes

Your wills and desires are all you lived for

What is it for when everything’s gone?