An act without a perpetrator
A betrayal without a traitor
A seed that grows downward and never blossoms
Birth without conception
Prisoner without a prison ngnis
A light that blinds, but does not shine
A bond that binds and yet does not unite
A tear that laughs more than it cries
From Paradise to the south
Is true life written
From hell to the north
Plays the now and the tomorrow
Whether it's a curse or a blessing
It doesn't matter, we are on the other hand
Today a long period ends
Of Anti, Anti, Anti, Antichrist
Many signs, but no miracles
Lots of fire and little tinder
One voice, sweet and yet not in a good mood
A water that does not quench the thirst
A will that is not willing
What use are eyes that do not see properly
What use are prophecies that never happen
What use are miracles that no one has seen
From paradise to the south
True life is written
From hell to the north
Plays the now and that Tomorrow
Whether it's a curse or a blessing
It doesn't matter, we're against it
Today a long deadline ends
Of Anti, Anti, Anti, Antichrist
We're very reluctant to watch< br/>From down here up there
We don't believe in gods
And run our course
Sea splitter, water walker
Miracle healer, soul catcher
The Fairytale hour is over
We can only appeal
To exorcise yourself
From paradise to the south
True life is written
From hell direction North
Plays the now and the tomorrow
Whether it's a curse or a blessing
It doesn't matter, we're against it
Today ends a long period
Of anti, anti, anti, anti ,
Anti, Anti, Anti Antichrist