Looking down from the cross I'm nailed on,
Seeing an angel with a blade shining bright,
Getting slowly ready to strike the final blow (he says),
"When you come back - you'd better walk in the light"

Preparing to be struck by his wrath,
I lower my head and get ready to die,
Suddenly he goes down with a painful cry,
And I see demons falling from the sky.

That is my dream of the apocalypse,
That is the nightmare, which takes my sleep,
The dream I fear most - the vision of death,
Where I fail - my life to keep.

As I see them attacking my henchmen,
Thousands of reasons come to my mind,
Why evil spawns should try to free me,
As I realise I'm one of their kind.

The massacre goes on, the angels die,
One by one - killed by their hands,
But it is too late for me,
At last I die - the nightmare ends.

That is my dream of the apocalypse,
That is the nightmare, which takes my sleep,
The dream I fear most - the vision of death,
Where I fail - my life to keep