Look closely at the sinful wall
Mortar from the lard of traitors
Which has been boiled into soap
The grins have been washed from the faces of harlots
Eyes sewn shut
Mouth closed with stones
Angels for the slaughter of heaven
From their wings a wreath for pigs
One bliss one hell
And carnivals of the damned in heaven
I will turn blood into wine
I will make a table out of its stains
From a cradle into a burial chamber
br/>And the carnivals of the damned in heaven
Our machine gun sings
An unnamed deceased is being investigated
And it has no neck
The dead body no need for baptism
A punched iron against the temple
That temple is throbbing perhaps for the last time
The war recedes and the bodies fall silent
The message must be forgotten or die
In the shadows the souls are silent
They want their own back
Angels for the slaughter of heaven
From their wings a wreath for pigs
One bliss one hell
And carnivals of the damned in heaven
I turn blood into wine
I will make a painting of its stains
From the cradle to a burial chamber
And the carnivals of the damned in heaven
Our machine gun sings
Where the unnamed deceased is being investigated
And there is no ¤ have a neck
A dead body needs no baptism
Aah aah ah aah aah ah ah
Aah aah ah aah aah ah ah
Aah aah ah aah aah ah ah
Aah aah ah aah aah ah ah
Angels for the slaughter of heaven
Wreaths for pigs in their wings
One bliss one hell
And carnivals of the damned in heaven
For wine of blood I change
Its stains I make a tableau
Cradle into a burial chamber
And carnivals of the damned in heaven

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