There is no escape
Angels' wings have just caught fire
Their hands cleft in two...
Despair's heard from down their throats
A cry that's not even a cry
It's the sound of bells
Announcing the end...
Whores wallow in blood and mud
Torn into pieces...
They can only find themselves
In the broken mirrors in their eyes
Vultures have long waited for the carrion
They will get it before long
- Before long...
Bodies burnt with prayer
That brings no relief
- Bodies half dead...
- Bodies half cold...
Even God's tears taste of blood
Rain of tears won't wash away
Sin spreading over the carcasses
With thrill and slaver...
Beyond the horizon wolves are waiting
Howling at each other
each has already chosen
Part of woman flesh...
Stench of bodies spreads over the wilderness...
And consume the senses...
