Änglar [English translation]

We believe in life before death,

For then it is difficult

There is no hand to warm our fates

Everything is cold and harsh

We are warmed when the vodka burns

Our church is a bar

We ignore what the soul feels

Until there is nothing left

The gates of heaven are forever closed

The path leading to God has blown up

The wings have been torn apart

The sky does not suit us

Angels, we are not angels

He may have left his white dress

I do not want it

I enjoy fire power and high voltage

Black suits me well

There, decibels and nuclear power are slamming

That’s my kind of anthem

I chose from either devotion or

Liquor and Napalm

The gates of heaven are forever closed

The path leading to God has blown up

The wings have been torn apart

The sky does not suit us

Angels, we are not angels

• Artist:Raubtier
• Album:Det Finns Bara Krig