A confluence of rivers once flowed out to the sea
Where forests grew abundant and nature's gifts were free
Man built his mighty temples and prayed at his own feet
But the desert sands were shifting, revenge can be so sweet.
We shall all rise up
March to the beat
We shall all rise up
Revenge can be so sweet.
Beneath the Tower of Babel crowds began to form
Gathering in defiance in the forefront of the storm
Machinery breathed fire melting with the heat
Flames lit up the night sky, revenge can be so sweet.
The culture of possession is both perilous and plain
Man shows no inhibition in the conquests that remain
Those who breed corruption should sleep out in the street
Life is meant for living, revenge can be so sweet.
We shall all rise up
March to the beat
We shall all rise up
Revenge can be so sweet.