Thieves in the temple
Elected murderers
Bright smiles and white teeth
Spread lies across the world

My world
Your world
Our world

Howling at the moon
Black stars

From dark scandinavia
To sundrenched Asia
They scan horizons
While ground beneath ’em turn
We burn

Howling at the moon
Black stars

History is changing
Dreamers awaken in shock
Blown away