From the Hand of Kings - Morbid Angel

Empires and nations fall, caesars were men not gods

Idols change as needed through time

Generals are irrelevant without war

Kings mean nothing without fools

To master

To feed their manic ego

To win their lusted plights

To follow with no caution

To follow to demise

Mad men are praised and worshipped

Enslavers victimize

Torture, always their answer

To teach incessant hatred

The hand of God became filled with riches for only kings

The hand of kings became the will of men enslaved