Overture
Christian Wolf
Once our eyes stare hollow into nothing
Our fingers clutching helpless in the void
Then our skulls won't tell about our past lifes
Rich or poor, we're gonna be destroyed
Nothing's gonna save us from death, leave it all behind
And our gathering, it was all in vain
Over and over again
Building up castles of sand
Over and over again
All for a kingdom of sand in your hands
Bankers, beggars, soldiers, priests and sinners
Leaders, losers, all will be the same
If you keep your millions on accountings
Nothing you will take out from this game
And in your last hideaway, that's kept far underground
You'll share your remains just with the worms
Over and over again
Building up castles of sand
Over and over again
All for a kingdom of sand in your hands