We are devoted to materia Feelings died for Suburbia When will it be, The end of it all Decadence has Tired us now And we keep on asking When comes my call We have forgotten Our Mephistocle vow Decadence has Tired us now I am the fury, I'm Rasputin, I am the Ocean, deceiver of pain I am puppeteer to gods and to kings I am the long forlorn story of sin And the sun sets, reality has gone Colors are brighter, my body turns to stone Heaven opens the Petrus gate And i'am falling down into hells crate Into hells crate Into hells crate And the sun sets, reality has gone Colors are brighter, my body turns to stone Heaven opens the Petrus gate And i'am falling down into hells crate