Empty eyes, pale scared faces
Their awful claws are brittle
Rage, privation, despair
Storms down from heaven's gate
on wings which made of rotten feathers
Chorus:
Heaven's empty
the gate is broken
silence crawls through paradise
through the trampled paradise
through the garden of lies
A thin body lies on the ground
the bastards son - he's dead
Feathers and shit in his wounds
the holy one drives mad
Chorus:
Heaven's empty
the gate is broken
silence crawls through paradise
through the trampled paradise
through the garden of lies
He loves his sons - but not the winged
He hides them far away
'Cause he was ashamed of them
For his deeds, the humans will pay now
Chorus:
Heaven's empty
the gate is broken
silence crawls through paradise
through the trampled paradise
through the garden of lies
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