I see the crusade of mentally disturbed persons

All kinds of mutilated and distraught human beings

Drag alone to the shrouded legend realm



They are suspended high over the burning earth

And leave their earthly existance for their new life



You were redeemed of your worldly torments

Torments of isolation, injustice, lies

Maltreatment, abandonment, mutilation and genocide



Choirs of redemption resound through the sky

Tombones complete the ascent of the deformed creatures



The way is far

Their bodies soar



Angels appear and escort them to their new life

Feelings of pleasure, releif and blissfulness



With their white vestment they look so innocent

They embody the pure joie de vivre

Which they had missed in their past life



The cherubs lead the crusade to the dark tunnel

At the end of the tube, there is a bright light



This will be the end of their long trip

To the unknown fourth dimension

Nobody knows what's behind the light

And what they will do there



They are suspended so easily together with the angels

I'm losing sight of the ones right at the front



They suffered

Since the beginning

Now they've left the

Earthly existence



The ascent brings

Eternal bliss

To everyone

On the crusade



You're still asking yourself, will it be better, the new life?

Will you get the chance to live a normal life?

Were you living a bad life as a person, in your life before?

Your biggest dream was to see god, when you arrived at the

gates of heaven

Can you see him?