Lyric by S. Rehbein



The black tower

Rises to the sky

In the west



From here he reigns



This is the stillborn power

This is the driving force

This is the bloodthirsty demon

This will be the great collapse



Stillborn God

Despot of currency

A Finger in every pie



Stillborn God

Deaden conscience

Arbiter of faith



The black tower

Consumes his believers



Empty shells squeezed out

Worthless life still remains

Pulverized to finest dust

In mills of added value

On a new journey

Back to revolution

Let’s see how many dead

(Are) required for a new beginning



Beyond of any control