Idols falls like autumn leafs swept away by ice cold rain
where are you now when the sinners who gave you power cry out in pain?
and when the world turns darker than you can understand
where is your supremacy then, you delegates of the holy land?
Bloody nights for all the sains who used to shine so bright
between this world and eternity there is not a single fight
grasping for straws you amongst your remnants desperatly digs
only to find our that the ground is always frozen for miserable pigs
who dares misery love
and hug the form of death
dance on destruction's dance
to him the mother comes
face the king of the burning ground
he who decides how the future begins
he who'll show them a world without you