When our idols fall, there is nothing at all
That will keep us alive in the country of fate
And up to the north, these merciless hordes
Shall come to raise a kingdom of hate
I lay my tears in coffins, and seal them with a cross
And through the airwave, lamentation for the loss
The seventh day, when our hope's far away
We are going to pray in the churches of vice
To the men in black, you should never look back
Until the world around sinks in fire and ice