Sentence Songtext
von Shakary

The train runs on it′s track through the night of fear
Your cry of despair makes me fly towards your burrow
To lick your wounds and to drive out your nightmare
But who will cure my injuries? Who will be my nurse?

The fifth trumpet blows: the falling star carries the key
To open the underground, the black pit appears
A mist of locusts with the order to wound the sinners
Will hurt you and for one season you will agonize

The tick-tock of the seconds ring loudly in my ears
The phone doesn't ring. I ran out of cigarettes
I won′t hear your voice anymore
To get rid of your chains of false illusions


Under the next blow the four death angels break free
Carrying destruction an holocaust
I have to take the book from the fire's hands:
"Your still have a long way, my friend!"

I'm waiting for the Best to rise from the underground
The great foe, my greatest ally:
I will merge with him, we will become one
To slip into your mind and sentence you!

I remember winter of distant ′88
You angel loomed up in front of that cup of coffee
The verdict is established
The sentence is going to fulfill
I won over you, I killed you.
But I killed myself too

The last trumpet is sweet like honey
The choirs announce the coming of the Lord
I have to escape into the darkest part of the universe
I′m your fallen angel: I am the Antichrist!