Deine Lakaien

Wake up! Did you believe you could have a peaceful rest in your graveyards? Fools!
As there is life after death, the struggle must go on...
Ten billion souls,
Waiting there in vain,
Struggling for the everlasting paradise
And when you queue up for redemption
leave your hopes below;
Better try to cleanse your soul as
Macchiavelli's shoeshine boy.
And when you pray to the angels in heaven
for well-deserved justice,
They call for the executioner to deliver
a new apprentice.
(Wir bitten dich, erh?re uns!)
The laws of nature
Will still be preserved
Dead or alive you'll remain inferior
And when you queue up for redemption
leave your hopes below;