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 strenght 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?