What use is your God? The time of your Lord is no more a part of you. Stand close to the fire, cross over your soul in a void of bloody war.
Yeah! This is a low. A beast inside your mind. Waiting for, the devil sign.
Asleep in your thoughts, contemplating a life carved in stone. Your body calls. Love can answer the song. Raping your addiction to the sword, when your heart grows old.
Yeah! This is a low. A beast inside your mind. Waiting for, the devil sign.
The lightning strikes, above the hills A fleeting call, when time stood still The alien craft prepares for war The distant planets will eat you all