Throw the coins onto the ground
at the devils feet.

By your way from heaven
from the golden cobbled streets.

Wish upon the falling star
that this life will end

and beg to god for sinners
your family and your friends

Dry the blood from your soul
and smile up to him

for the gods and the devil are one
the great creators of the sin.


Your eyes will close soon
and god will turn his back

Your are not a child of his
for love is that you lack

Do not be proud no one else is
your family will not care

when you are dead and buried
no grief will they share.