(Wake up

Did you believe you could have a peaceful rest in your graveyards?

Fools

As there is life after death

The struggle must go on)

Ten billion souls waiting there in vain

Struggling for the everlasting paradise

And when you queue up for redemption leave your hopes below

Better try to cleanse your soul as Macchiavelli's shoeshine boy

And when you pray to the angels in heaven for well-deserved justice

They call for the executioner to deliver a new apprentice

(Wir bitten dich, erhöre uns)

The laws of nature will still be preserved

Dead or alive you'll remain inferior

And when you queue up for redemption leave your hopes below

Better try to cleanse your soul as Macchiavelli's shoeshine boy

And when you pray to the angels in heaven for well-deserved justice

They call for the executioner to deliver a new apprentice

Ten billion souls waiting there in vain

Struggling for the everlasting paradise

Ten billion souls waiting there in vain

The laws of nature will still be preserved

Dead or alive you'll remain inferior

And when you queue up for redemption leave your hopes below

Better try to cleanse your soul as Macchiavelli's shoeshine boy

And when you pray to the angels in heaven for well-deserved justice

They call for the executioner to deliver a new apprentice

And when you queue up for redemption leave your hopes below

Better try to cleanse your soul as Macchiavelli's shoeshine boy

And when you pray to the angels in heaven for well-deserved justice

They call for the executioner to deliver a new apprentice

And when you queue up for redemption leave your hopes below

Better try to cleanse your soul as Macchiavelli's shoeshine boy