The Witcher Angel Rammstein

Live in virtue, no desire In the grave an angels choir You look to heaven and wonder why No one can see them in the sky Just as the clouds have gone to sleep Angels can be seen in heavens keep Alone in fear they question why Goddamn not an angel when I die Angels live, they never die Apart from us, behind the sky They re fading souls who ve turned to ice So ashen white in paradise