Из альбома: Live Nightmare on Elm Street
You think your soul is nice
you’ve lived in paradise
so now you take the stand
you want to hold your masters hand
you think your soul is free
look up and you’ll see me the pearly gates ablaze
the angels bear the zombies gaze
heavens on fire
and there ain’t nothing you can do heavens on fire
and when you die you’ll go there too
the angel’s life their death
no there ain’t nothing left
the clowns of God despise
but torment renders no disguise
the skies a blazing tomb
plenty sorrow plenty doom
they hattle living sin
the souls of God can’t hate to win
if God is so almighty
they why is he enslaved
in heavens hell by satan
the universe his slave
satan rides the skies
look up you’ll see his eyes
disguised as endless stars
to keep an eye on endless wars
do you believe in God
he’s chained up like a dog
and every hour he screams
satan rules supreme