We believe in life before death,
Then it gets hard
No hand warms our destinies
Everything is cold and hard
We get warmth when the vodka burns
Spring church is a bar
We deafen away what the soul feels
Until nothing is left
Heaven's gate is forever closed
The way up to god is blasted
The wings have been torn off< br/>Heaven doesn't suit us
Angels, we won't be angels
He can keep his white dress
I don't want it
I like firepower and high voltage
Black goes well
Where decibels and nuclear blasts
Hear my kind of hymn
I chose between piety or
Booze and Napalm
Heaven's gate is forever closed
The way up to God is broken
The wings have been ripped off
Heaven does not suit us
Angels, we will not be angels

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