Once somebody told you
Beyond the sky, there lay the lost paradise
Thus this world doesn't lie under
The so-called "divine providence"
Illusion is all what the preachers insist
That they have seen in their own eyes
Miserable puppets made to pretend
The "messiah" highly declared
Soon there will truly manifest
False doomsday and forgery recreation
Thus this world doesn't liŠµ under
The so-called "divinŠµ providence"
As far as you live in your own world
The world is nothing more nor less than yours
You also could obtain the mask
Of the "messiah" as you long for
All that will be the Jihad
For this whole world then outbreaks
And sing thou in praising the new divine kingdom
Among the thick clouds rays down the gray light
And sing thou in praising the new divine kingdom
The land once you hated is being scorched like hell
Thus this world doesn't lay under
The so-called "divine providence"
Preachers will have their own blood
Spilled by the devils they created on their own papers
Puppets pretending the "messiah" will kneel down
Deadly in vomiting black blood
Soon there will truly manifest
The false end and the forgery's collapse
Would start having a little hope by seeing such world
But everything behind it has lost long ago
You scooped your both eyes out
And sank your eyes deep into the sea
Why you stopped your steps forward?
In that frozen bed, your discarded memory
Your discarded memory powerlessly flickering
Without anything sinful, silently disappears
Once somebody told you
Beyond the sky, there lay the lost paradise
The promised land engraved on your eyelids
However, is a illusion
The promised land engraved on your eyelids
However, is a illusion
There was no God
Thus time's come for your vengeance
Stop the cycle here, so that everything collapses down in pieces
And sing thou in praising the new divine kingdom
In order to turn everything back to their own proper shapes
The beacon of the final Jihad invokes you
The blade of your eternal hate is put down beyond time
And sing thou in praising the new divine
In order to turn everything back to their own proper shapes
Mow the heads of all the imitation god, messiah and preachers out
Every absurdity returns to nothingness beyond time and space
And sing thou in praising the new divine
In order to turn everything back to their own proper shapes
Burnt ground blesses you, with blood washed with blood
Pillars of blaze in the north declare the dawn of the new age
And sing thou in praising the new divine
Thus again, everything kneels down to you
Again it all starts spinning towards the new divine kingdom