This is the creation of your world Pain of endless days with you Torture of neverending nights, without God All my idols are dead No one risks living anymore Come crashing in Into my fake glory Sick as your gods in the desert of skies No one knows No one cares Hellish boredom Nobody dares Dead All my heroes are dead Never wanted this to happen Never wanted to live in there Just between the ant-hill and the opium-den There’s nothing for us out there Innocence is lost Speed up the fall and say Amen There is death for the dogs Destin rongé par le remord Un sacerdoce gravé dans mon corps Can’t stop looking back All my dreams are drowned Days always pitch-black Your Christ is crowned Void’s little helper addicted to wounds Ran helter-skelter and hit the ground And I wanted you hot I wanted you so cold But because you’re half-hearted I’ll spit you out my tired mouth Our existence is doomed There’s nothing for us out there Speed up the fall Say Amen Dies Irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Errance rituelle, prison de l’âme Les heures percent mon coeur, autant de lames Just a drop of social desillusion And the army retreats in confusion Forgive me for I don’t wanna face the facts I’m selfish and fearful and counterattacked