Änglar - Raubtier

Vi tror p livet fre dden,

Fr sedan blir det svrt

Ingen hand vrmer vra den

Allt r kallt och hrt

Vrme fr vi, nr vodkan brnner

Vr kyrka r en bar

Vi dvar bort vad sjlen knner

Tills ingenting finns kvar

Himlen port r evigt stngd

Vgen upp till gud r sprngd

Vingarna har rivits loss

Himlen passar inte oss

nglar, vi blir inga nglar

Han fr ha kvar sin vita klnning

Den vill jag inte ha Jag trivs med eldkraft och hgspnning

Svart passar bra

Dr decibel och krnkraft smller

Hrs min typ av psalm

Jag valde mellan fromhet eller

Sprit och Napalm

Himlen port r evigt stngd

Vgen upp till gud r sprngd

Vingarna har rivits loss

Himlen passar inte oss

nglar, vi blir inga nglar

We believe in life before death,

Before then it will be difficult

No hand warms it

Everything is cold and loud

Heat for us when vodka burns

Our church is a bar

We fade away what the soul knows

Until nothing is left

The sky gate is eternally closed

The road up to god is broken

The wings have been shown solely to give a sense of proportion

The sky does not suit us

nglar, we become no nglar

He must keep his white dress

I do not want it I thrive on firepower and high voltage

Black fits well

Where decibels and nuclear power smeller

Hear my kind of psalm

I chose between piety or

Alcohol and Napalm

The sky gate is eternally closed

The road up to god is broken

The wings have been shown solely to give a sense of proportion

The sky does not suit us

nglar, we become no nglar