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Music: Panos Arvanitis

Lyrics: P. Dedes

We can not believe that

We’re now going to heaven

We can not believe

Who’s made this separation

We’d never been captured

Under submission

We’d never worshipped

The holy inspiration

Angels laughing while

Their Master shouts

“Hey little demons, let’s get out…

nobody loves you in the name of God

you got will and that’s too bad!”

We gonna play loud

For the Master of darkness

I really don’t know

What means damnation

Into the flames the metal is growing

We needn’t pray for our condemnation

Southern of God

No one cares about your sins

Southern of God

Sins are a part of your dreams