Wormwood

"...The third angel blew his trumpet and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch and it fell on a third of the rivers and in the fountains of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became Wormwood and many died of the water, because it was made bitter..."

When we are in the tavern
We do not care what the ground is
This is the work that must be sought
And the innkeeper's lot

But the night is kind
What if you will be tormented
But the night is kind
We row with eight oars

I can see God's unborn son
Playing with a loaded gun
All our sins, he'll die for us
Or did somebody lie to us?

I can see the shape of God
Drowning in a pool of blood
A mighty choir of ancient generations sings
Behold! The hand of death
Squeezing out earth's final breath
The stars are falling from the sky and I know why

See God and his hand of death
Squeezing out earth's final breath
How did it all come to this?
Brought to us by Judas kiss?
I watch the sun go out
I've lived to see the end

Forest, without delay
Of prosperity
Through pleasant woods
Always under constraint

As I watch the sun go out
My loss of faith replaced by doubt
All our sins, he'll die for us
Or did somebody lie to us?

Let us pour one final drink
Fill the glasses to the rim
The world's on fire, I still can hear the choir sing
Behold! Your nightmares are fulfilled
God just got his final will
The world stops spinning and death is all around

But the night is kind
What if you will be tormented
But the night is kind
We row with eight oars

Come
Join this toast
God is dead

But the night is kind
What if you will be tormented
But the night is kind
We row with eight oars