Idols falls like autumn leafs swept away by ice cold rain   where are you now when the sinners who gave you power cry out in pain?   and when the world turns darker than you can understand   where is your supremacy then, you delegates of the holy land?      Bloody nights for all the sains who used to shine so bright   between this world and eternity there is not a single fight   grasping for straws you amongst your remnants desperatly digs   only to find our that the ground is always frozen for miserable pigs      who dares misery love   and hug the form of death   dance on destruction's dance   to him the mother comes      face the king of the burning ground   he who decides how the future begins   he who'll show them a world without you      and he, who rules the burning ground   represents the change that you fear   a world without your boundaries   a world without your control      he who lovest the burning ground   have made one of your hearts   and he, hunter of the burning ground   mayest dance his eternal dance      he who lovest the burning ground   now tears your souls apart   and he hunter of the burning ground   laughs when he dance on your graves      idols die like meadows green when frost unleash its cold   and when all love is gone now, what will the future hold?   the memories you leave behind - just splinters which in the wind blow   go abandon your hopes and die in pain - it's biblical you know      forget about the future you knew did not exist   your work is being pounded to dust by Satan's armoured fist   you pledged allegiance to your lord, your golden cross you kissed   in the valley of death, thy kingdom gone, it vanished in the mist