Touch me if you wanna touch my lord.
Then wring people´s neck it´s not my fault.
And then you´re about to die.
With god´s wings you will never fly, your fault.
Give it a pray.
So weak and so young as well as so bold.
Well trained for a place´s it´s so cold.
And then when you wanna die.
With god´s bliss, artificial smile.

Tragedy only, tragical influence,
just a tragedy only, tragical influence.

Give it a pray.
Touch me if you wanna touch my lord.
Then wring people´s neck it´s not my fault.
And then you´re about to die.
With god´s wings you will never fly.

Tragedy only, tragical influence,
just a tragedy only, tragical influence.