(Stockmann/Schmitt)
Now
you're heading out to run; rumours shattering your mind
Get
yourself right back in here; no way to hide away from fear
Shadows
creeping down the wall; your fear's your life your fear is all
Hush
don't make a sound or die; blood is now the prize for lie
Chorus:
Judgment day will come for you, your verdict's beating down your mood
Another
age will come up soon; your punishment smash down on you
You're
now our sacrifice of rage; the time has come for judgment day
See
your face filled up with fear; blood on your hands has made it clear
Feel
the thousand pains you caused; you little god of holy wars
*
Now
that you've had your revenge; women and children innocents
They
had to fight your holy war; what were they really dying for
To
get your role in history; you made your private policy
They
had to right it with their blood; and we can't wipe out with a shot
*
Your
tyranny has come to end; you're having now your final stand
But
still the pain won't go away; peace and hope have run astray
For
some there is no going back; from terror, agony and death
You
made your bloody work complete; burning heart and soul so deep
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