We are falling over the ends of the earth

So gather your children before you

And tell them that these are final days of

all

Preach to the paupers

And sing to the slaves

I see you´ve chosen to loose your faith

To burn your brigdes and lose your way

From mountain top to valley deep

From shore to cursed shore

What Nation, what State what Land is this?.

The wretched Tribe of Nero...

Sing Sing Sing to the Slaves

Sing to the Slaves that Rome Burns

Are our bones not dust?.

Is your Blood not Poison?.

On my knees in the black light

Praying for Salvation, bitter Redemption

So throw your dice and cast your shadow

You may look away

Bur your childreen will not...