We [bad word] to the crossroads, without a sign
We [bad word] to the cliff's edge, with the masses close behind
So let's take this chance to grab a last embrace
Before the heavens open and strike down this lost race
Lucifer before sunrise, waits in a blood red night
An angel like a bird of prey, an angry god with a knife
We, who could have had everything, we threw it all away
We, who could have been master, are now only slaves
They're ringing the bells in heaven, they're ringing the bells in [bad word] We're taking our last steps, without souls left to sell
So let's take this chance to grab a last embrace
Before [bad word] opens and swallows this lost race
Lucifer before sunrise, waits in a blood red night
An angel like a bird of prey. rising god with a knife