Private Apocalypse 
No more tears 
Apocalypse 
Are you afraid 
Devils dance their psychotic waltz 
By the sound of your pumping heart 
Your daemons rape your angels 
Your apocalypse can start 
Like poison through your veins 
You are starving 
You're heaving for your breath 
Satisfy your need 
Oohh face the hollow eyes of death 
Private apocalypse 
Tranquillised and numb 
Thorns are growing 
Through your soul 
A deathlike silence 
Just before the storm 
All things angelic 
Left for hate 
Apocalypse. 
Your undeniable fate 
Devils dance their psychotic waltz 
Your heart is pumping faster 
Private apocalypse 
Face the seven sins 
The devils always win 
Private apocalypse 
No more tears to cry 
Apocalypse 
Are you afraid to die