"...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..."       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      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...      Come...   Join this toast   God is dead...