The loosers are the winners

The saints are the sinners

The angels in heaven

Keep falling, keep falling



God is no forgiver

He demands and you deliver

The demons in hell

Keep calling, keep calling



Trough the night shall all wash away

All the horrors of the day

And a little angel on my side

Tries to make it all worthwhile

And with a little beauty in my bed

I still wish that I was dead

And the little angel on my side

Takes me on a devil ride



No rose without a thorn

Dead before you're born

A world full of nothing

So keep praying, keep praying



That what lies ahead of us

In the eye of Horus

A new sacred aeon

We'll be obeying, obeying