An empire crumbles Upon a dying leaf We are gorillas hunting The masters in the streets The stock market crashes Its numbers turning cold The church offers no salvation The new machine takes hold The prophecy is Fulfilled In blood And fire No warning No sign The revolt Is Rising higher A final assault A final assault On the Bastille Oh no We are fed up with your voices We are fed up with your lies Our gloved fists are rising Towards the Public skies The officials are trembling They cannot stop the tide Across the network The multitude rise The prophecy is Fulfilled In blood And fire No warning No sign The revolt Is Rising higher A final assault A final assault On the Bastille Yes A final assault On the Bastille
