Look closely at the sinful wall
Mortar from the fat of traitors
That has been boiled to soap
Washed the grin from the faces of whores
Eyes sewed close
Mouth walled up with stones
Angels of Heaven to slaughter
From their wings a wreath for pigs
One bliss, one hell
And in the Heaven a Carnival of the Damned
I'll turn blood into wine
And make a painting from its stains
From a cradle to a tomb
And in the Heaven a Carnival of the Damned
Our machine gun sings
Soon they'll be investigating a nameless corpse
And it doesn't have neck
A headless corpse doesn't need baptizing
A gun pressed against temple
That temple maybe beating for the last time
War fades away and corpses quiet down
The message is "forget or die"
Souls moan in the shadows
They want their own back
Angels of Heaven to slaughter
From their wings a wreath for pigs
One bliss, one hell
And in the Heaven a Carnival of the Damned
I'll turn blood into wine
And make a painting from its stains
From a cradle to a tomb
And in the Heaven a Carnival of the Damned
Our machine gun sings
Soon they'll be investigating a nameless corpse
And it doesn't have neck
A headless corpse doesn't need baptizing
Angels of Heaven to slaughter
From their wings a wreath for pigs
One bliss, one hell
And in the Heaven a Carnival of the Damned
I'll turn blood into wine
And make a painting from its stains
From a cradle to a tomb
And in the Heaven a Carnival of the Damned