Above the masses raging
On the balcony
He talks about a paradise
Not meant for all
His voice is spreading poison
The target generation
Will never get old
Painting a picture
Of a promised land
Acting he's the messenger, he's the hand of God
It's so easy to believe him
Just sew him on your sleeve and
Lose your soul
Children please follow me
I'll lead you to your destiny
Walk into fire, my disciples
Children just obey me
I've paved your road to tragedy
Singing the hymn of the hellhorn
Easy contrast between ebony and ivory
Different languages, the cultures,
The different gods
If only seeing was believing
Then no-one could be steering
Us into the dark
Listen to me
Children just obey me
And march on to the battlefield
Singing the hymn of the hellhorn
Children please follow me
Children just obey me
Children please follow me
Don't think, just follow me
Children
Children, children
Children just obey me
Singing the hymn of the hellhorn
Children, children
(Follow me, follow me, follow)
Singing the hymn of the hellhorn