One, two, three, four...

We're burnin' down your city

The message has been sent

Angels without pity

We hold you in contempt.

And this is how it all ends

For you and all of your friends.

It's righteous conflagration

It's our way of payin' you back

For plunderin' our nation

Paintin' heaven black.

So this is where it all ends

For you and all of your friends.

And when the sun goes down tomorrow

We will no longer be your slaves

And it will be the end of sorrow

'cause we'll be dancing on your graves.

'cause this is where it all ends

It's too late to make amends

For you and all of your friends.