Gold is dripping from the hands of the profane
While the righteous wash their bread in falling rain
They build their empires on the bones of the sincere
Selling every soul to keep the shadows near

The silver tongue is whispering a path of easy pride
But once you cross the line there is no place for you to hide!

Empty pockets hold a weight they'll never know
A dignity that keeps your inner fire aglow
The banquet of the thief is filled with bitter wine
Stand your ground and never leave the holy line

Rise from the dust of this hollow ground
Where the gold is king and the truth is drowned!
Rise from the dust! Stand your ground!
The persistance is the hope that never will fall!

Rise from the dust of this hollow ground
Where the gold is king and the truth is drowned!
Rise from the dust! Stand your ground!
The persistance is the hope that never will fall!