In this little heaven
There is a little deceit
There is little to feel
There is nothing to be

The promise is what we wanted to hear
A new realm of life for the next thousands years
The new golden angel rise in ascension

Hail the barbarians
Cheer your end hours
Greet the barbarians
Await your own wishes
Hail the barbarians
Cheer your end hours
Greet the barbarians
Await your own wishes

The skies are pouring showers of burning sand
The skies are pouring showers of burning sand
They mass at the call of progress

Exterminate the [?]
They turn into carrion
Everything they touch
They never know nothing
They seldom knew much
Hail the barbarians
Cheer your end hours
Greet the barbarians
Await your own wishes
Hail the barbarians
Cheer your end hours
Greet the barbarians
Await your own wishes

Promised us more of everything for everybody
They promised us more of everything for everybody
They promised us more of everything for everybody
They promised us more of everything for everybody
They promised us more of everything for everybody
They promised us more of everything for everybody
They promised us

Hail the barbarians
Cheer your end hours
Greet the barbarians
Await your own wishes
Hail the barbarians
Cheer your end hours
Greet the barbarians
Await your own wishes
Await your own wishes