Where s the fire? Where are the flames?
You are the ones to be burnt away!
Predict all chaos, predict all pain
We have sinned, but are we to blame?
The world should burn in hell
But I can t feel the heat
Light up the fire, light up the stake
Scorch your witches all in vain
If the antichrist is Mr. Gates
May I ask who s insane?
(Repeat)
The end of the world has come for dozens of different times
Thus, what are we doing here if we ve already died?
All these indefinite prophecies, apocalyptic views
And ominous predictions are just vulgar abuse
After all their failures the chosen ones still preach
And spread their message of hope salvation for pigs?!
For humans are decaying, random worthless mass
They deserve no salvage before the final clash
Where s the fire? Where are the flames?
You are the ones to be burnt away!
Predict all chaos, predict all pain
We have sinned, but are we to blame?
Light up the fire, light up the stake
Scorch your witches all in vain
If the antichrist is Mr. Gates
May I ask who s insane?
