Wormwood

Wormwood

"...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..."

In taberna quando sumus

non curamus quid sit humus,

hoc est opus ut queratur

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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...