“… The third angel blew his trumpet, and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it
fell on a third of the rivers and in the fountains of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A
third of the waters became Wormwood, and many died of the water, because it was made bitter …”
I can see God’s unborn son
Playing with a loaded gun
All our sins …
He’ll die for us …
Or did somebody lie to us?
I can see the shape of God
Drowning in a pool of blood
A mighty choir of ancient generations sings
Behold! The hand of death
Squeezing out earth’s final breath
The stars are falling from the sky
And I know why
See God and his hand of death
Sqeezing out earth’s final breath
How did it all come to this?
Brought to us by Judas’ kiss
I watch the sun go out
I’ve lived to see the end
As I watch the sun go out
My loss of faith replaced by doubt
All our sins …
He’ll die for us …
Or did somebody lie to us?
Let us pour one final drink
Fill the glasses to the rim
The world’s on fire
I still can hear the choir sing
Behold! Your nightmares are fulfilled
God just got his final will
The world stopped spinning
And death is all around …
Vova
