Everywhere crosses stand, already bent at the ends
And the same unchanging shadows zig-zag1 on the walls
Rusty ideas are polished to a new shine
And poison nourished by fear is planted in your mind
And they do it all openly
While you merely stiffen
While you, shocked and indignant, point your finger at me
I'm a true Satan
Come and touch me
The truth is my cloven hoof
My horns, and my plan
Yes I'm a real devil
Listen well and you'll understand
And I'll bring you the fire
With which to see the darkness
And the other sacrificial victims
Mammon, pinstripes, high priests
Pull the puppet strings
Of governments and ministers
Your flesh and your bones offered up to their idols
Ground fine in the mill and turned to cold gold
And they do it all openly
While you merely make so bold
While you, shocked and indignant, point your finger at me
I'm a true Satan
Come and touch me
The truth is my cloven hoof
My horns, and my plan
Yes I'm a real devil
Listen well and you'll understand
And I'll bring you the fire
With which to see the darkness
And they preach of love
Violently, when necessary,
Drive out with sword and book,
And the ashes are already cooling
And they send you, full of faith
In the Good, marching off
To bleed out, here in the hot sand,
Or freeze, there, in the cold snow
For the world must not change
Better it should remain horribly the same
They acquire entire countries
You get Heaven
And they feed you suffering
Feed you flesh and blood
And you can't avoid it
The flood of images increases daily
Audience share is all that's left lurking
Behind the high ideals
And not a trace of regret
For the dead and for the misery
The devil only knows why someone who knows the truth just lies
The devil only knows why someone who understands pain inflicts it
The devil only knows why nobody knows we've already woken from death
We're already in Paradise, and have made of it a Hell
And I say it all openly
Because you are always inclined to evil
While you, shocked and indignant, point your finger at me
I'm a true Satan
Come and touch me
The truth is my cloven hoof
My horns, and my plan
Yes I'm a real devil
Listen well and you'll understand
And I'll bring you the fire
With which to see the darkness
1. Here 'Hacken' alludes to 'Hackenkreuz," hooked cross or swastika