Streets full of madness, fruit markets with explosives
Ma**acre in the sign of red crescent
A walk through the ages, soiled with the human blood
From time to time ends in the blind alley
Morgue full of innocents, advance booking of d**h
And terror in the sign of red crescent
Real present or future, soiled with the human blood
May really ends in the blind alley
What the new day will bring?
Streets full of...
Morgue full of...
Witches are among us, again and again
Who'll become our savior
Who's the new desert's wolf?
Witches are among us, again and again
A walk through...
Real present...
What the new day will bring?