Ancient black and silent fire Within your hearts creates desire To covet far beyond your need The embers of eternal Greed Destroy the Earth and cloud the sky Fill your chests with other's lives A Midas curse - A deadly shroud And "all for what?" I ask you now Armies fill Towers of Greed Ultimate drones of deceit Selling you won hopes and dreams For nothing is nothing it seems Godsend The Crimson wind You'll die with nothing In the end... There is only pain within There is only pain for sin Still trapped inside the hourglass Toil and break our backs 'till death Chained to our dying breath Behind the mask of loneliness Forever burning golden pyre Weeping tears of crimson flame For ashes that shall bear your name So I ask you once again Why must you forever exchange The peace that gold can never buy For the vanity that it may? Godsend The Crimson wind You'll die with nothing In the end... There is only pain within There is only pain for sin