An angelic chant resounds for the last time
But no one shall hear the trumpets’ sound before the end
The golden dagger is a key to the gates of heaven
Blade to your heart... and press it with all your might
In the crowd of heads, sins and virtues
Day after day, still alone
No war of the words
But the power of deeds shall turn blood into gold
Drop after drop
One after another
Drop after drop
Blood into gold
The work of man
In the name of the Lord
What’s the point, when all roads lead to the noose?
The last knot and our feet leave the ground
Like locusts
Hidden in grass
We feast and sing
Insatiable hunger is pulling us down
What’s the point
When all roads lead to the noose?
The last knot and our feet leave the ground
In the crowd of heads, sins and virtues
Day after day, still alone
No war of the words
But the power of deeds shall turn blood into gold
What’s the point, when all roads lead to the noose?
The last knot and our feet leave the ground