作词 : Jörg Michael Knittel
作曲 : Jörg Michael Knittel
The sun goes down
The sky  turns black (black, black)
The priest rushes
His chasuble is black (black, black)

Voices from church
They sing songs of peace (peace, peace)
But marching troops
An upgrowing disease (disease, disease)

Ancient stories
Told by the old
Ancient stories
The message is gold

The bell is broken
Pyre of people, spit on dignity
The bell is broken
The steeple collapses
The world's in misery

Some witches burning
Her lightning twitch
Loud screams from the lost
Laughter from the rich (rich, rich)
Collection to pillage
They hold it in hell (hell, hell)
It’s burning brightly
‘cause of the evil it kills (kills, kills)

Ancient stories
Told by the old
Ancient stories
The message is gold

The bell is broken
Pyre of people, spit on dignity
The bell is broken
The steeple collapses
The world's in misery

The bell is broken (broken)
The bell is broken (broken)

What’s the trigger
And who is to blame (blame, blame)
The riddle of frenzy
Don’t call his name (name, name)
What’s the trigger
And who is to blame (blame, blame)
The priest is a victim
He called me names (names, names)

Ancient stories
Told by the old
Ancient stories
The message is gold

The bell is broken
Pyre of people, spit on dignity
The bell is broken
The steeple collapses
The world's in misery

The bell is broken
The steeple collapses
Embraces the priest

The bell is broken
The demons awaken
The world’s in misery