Ghostly monoliths
Rise from the ruins
Of yesterday's kingdom
Built-in failure, destined to fall
As required by the system
Vile contestants in a numeric war
Who answer to no one
Beyond any law
Write their own statutes in blood

Deadly crimson
Etched in the lifeblood of the poor
Songs in crimson
Sung by the wealthy evermore

Iconic spires reach to the moon
Safe as houses of cards
Cracks in the edifice
Appear all too soon
Hear the collapse from afar
Reckless architects
Gamble with lives
Nowhere to be seen
When the fallout subsides
Bide their time and rebuild again

Deadly crimson
Etched in the lifeblood of the poor
Songs in crimson
Sung by the wealthy evermore

In the court of the crimson con
The emperor wears not a stitch
The sycophants fawn and bow
Their song is right on pitch
A song in crimson
And the demons dance
The song is right on pitch

Songs will be sung
To waken the dead
Sung in crimson, deadly crimson
Tales of empire
And money tainted red
Sung in crimson, deadly crimson
Tales of conquest
For the overfed
Sung in crimson, deadly crimson"