Songtext von Blinded

Your wealth and your power Both increase with every day Theory versus practice As the mould spreads it's way Ravens fill the sky Wolves start to cry And you shield your eyes Behold the throne of satin Far from where no hope is left No royal tidings reach it It's like talking to the deaf Blinded by gold are the knights In spite of all the blinders you can wear The rotten stench will still be there The castle of your glory Embellished under your reign The next throne possessor Must pawn his crown for your vain