As the scales tip...

Corruption meets epic destruction
In the last battle of times clashing
Life slowly sinking in the sands of babylon
As stars shine once more,
yet crying

Love has no place in this darkness
Slowly riding through timeless nights
Punching through thick air high above
I see the tears fall,
amid waining lights

Freedom cries mercy to hollow lies
Shooting in vein towards the sky
The fat man is drowning forever more
Whilst hanging on sheep,
to drag down too...

As the scales tip,
to tunes of...
revolution gone wrong...