I watched the birds flock on the rooftops
I saw god-below in their pace
Took my rifle, oversaw the cartridges
The mirror, God-below in my face

In the rooms and streets, liberation
My gift is red murder, absolute deaths
Shots ring, from my sanctified rifle
Thankful they stare in their final breaths

Dawn cleared as I watched them go
to live their lies, meaningless
Soon their illusions will burst
Fata Morganas, fade into nothingness

In the rooms and streets, liberation
My gift is red murder, absolute deaths

As I have counted to twenty and nine
There is but one freedom left, Its mine
I embrace the smoking steel with my teeth
My barrel of redemption, my all-ending, killing sign.

In the rooms and streets, liberation
My gift is red murder, absolute deaths
Shots ring, from my sanctified rifle
Thankful they stare in their final breaths

Fata Morganas, fade into nothingness
Fata Morganas, fade into emptiness