Gargoyle on a belfry

Even when the lights are gone
He sits there cold and quiet
Imprisoned for eternity
Carved in marble white

His face is pale, he guards alone
The ghastly grin of granite stone
The roar of thunder is his cross
Leaden skies - his crown of thorns

The square spreads before his eyes
As the temple defies the skies
Cripples and beggars - the holy mass
From baptism to the final rest

The church bells ring, the choirs sing
The second coming of the king of kings
Just noise that echoes in his ears
Praying for the centuries

All in vain, in vain, in vain

Oh - will you ever lay your eyes onto my soul
Oh Lord - rid me of my burden
All of my life I've been guarding with my body
These cold walls - still my heart is burning

Now lead me - into temptation!

So easy to fall from grace
The church is crumbling down
They spit in your face

Where are the ones who you called the meek
Those who'd turn the other cheek?

Only the vultures will survive
They feast upon your bread and wine

They'll scavenge and devour
There will be no trace
Of decent human race

Oh - will you ever lay your eyes onto my soul
Oh Lord - rid me of my burden
All of my life I've been guarding with my body
These cold walls - still my heart is burning