[bad word]  foolers fool
How easily the flock is steered
By hands so fine, [bad word] an kind
Hands that lead us down the years

The power of gold, or even God above
Awash in blood, in history´s mud
Assassins´ bulletsand martyrs´spears
Slaying and praying down the years

 [bad word] and money like birds of prey
Wait for the betrayer and the betrayed
Time´s lovers gulp from poisoned cups
The lying and plotting got too much

Your paper heroes will turn to dust
Like our knights in armour turn [bad word] 
Hang the scapegoat, hear the masses cheer
Their stupid laughter, and anthem down the years