Crimson Storm

One day shall blood rain from above
And fall to earth from clouds of red.
Those who are happy, those in love,
Will be consumed in fear and dread.
And every fluttering white dove
Shall hide within its blood-soaked bed.
The day shall not be stol'n by love,
And evil can once raise its head.

 

Though on that day the blood shall fall
On every street and every block;
Though on that day the masses all
Will their bones shake and their knees knock,
It will be on that day that I call:
"Hurrah, ich liebe noch"