When our idols fall, there is nothing at all
That will keep us alive in the country of fate
And up to the north these merciless hordes
Shall come to raise a kingdom of hate.
(Dance of angels,
Speech of demons…)
I lay my tears in coffins
And seal them with a cross
And through the airwave
The lamentations for the loss.
On the seventh day, when our hope's far away,
We are going to pray in the churches of vice
To the men in black. You should never look back
Until the world around sinks in fire and ice.
(Dance of angels,
Speech of demons…)
I lay my tears in coffins
And seal them with a cross
And through the airwave
The lamentations for the loss.