| Where have all the virgins gone? | 
| They left me here with nothing on | 
| They tore my skin when they took my clothes | 
| Left me here with broken bones | 
| Dead eyes and the sweat and blood | 
| Face down in the dirt and the dust | 
| With nothing left of what was me | 
| But praise the lord because he set me free | 
| Your paradise does not exist | 
| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness | 
| But if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky | 
| I hope you never get to see it when you die | 
| I am nothing but some scattered parts | 
| A holy mess without a heart | 
| All meat and bones and shredded skin | 
| A shrapnel prayer in an IED | 
| Suffocate in an empty tomb | 
| And let the wolves in just to lick the wounds | 
| And all the diamonds and all the gold | 
| When I touched them they just turned to smoke | 
| Your paradise does not exist | 
| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness | 
| But if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky | 
| I hope you never get to see it when you die | 
| When you die | 
| When you die | 
| When you die | 
| You coward fucking scum | 
| Your paradise does not exist | 
| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness | 
| But if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky | 
| I hope you never get to see it when you die | 
| Your paradise does not exist | 
| It’s a tomb that’s full of emptiness | 
| And if there is a paradise, hidden in the sky | 
| I hope you never get to see it when you die | 
| When we stand before the gates | 
| We’ll see the shadows the swords make |