If there could be a place where you are still awaited,
You found it now, you have just crossed it"s board
And maybe can already feel the smell of hatred,
Of coming virgin"s moan, of vicious hurt...
...and of your doom to be here, that has been foretold. 
Open your eyes right now and have a look around:
This is the city of assasins, thugs and thieves,
And of seductive whores, whose bodies lick the ground:
They"ll come to you right after Sun God leaves,
Their voice sings answer to your call, but still deceives...
We look like angels, torgued in neylon and black leather,
We have metals from Carthage, lust from Babylon
And future from Homorra... we just have no reason
To stay proerased down in front of God at dawn:
WHO needs forgiveness now, oh God, when guest"s alone
On the dim streets of our charlatan asylum,
Inside of labyrinths of dirty Wonderland?
He needs no Testaments, but flesh of icy iron,
The crown of thorns, choker and whip for fraudulent,
Bright celebration of his last day being a pent.