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 strength 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?