The loosers are the winners
The saints are the sinners
The angels in heaven
Keep falling, keep falling

God is no forgiver
He demands and you deliver
The demons in [bad word] 
Keep calling, keep calling

Trough the night shall all wash away
All the horrors of the day
And a little angel on my side
Tries to make it all worthwhile
And with a little beauty in my bed
I still wish that I was dead
And the little angel on my side
Takes me on a devil ride

No rose without a thorn
Dead before you're born
world full of nothing
So keep praying, keep praying

That what lies ahead of us
In the eye of [bad word] 
new sacred aeon
We'll be obeying, obeying