Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
Don't see them again 'till the Fourth of July
Nirvana Lake of Fire
Welcome to the soldier side where there's no one here but me.
People all grow up to die.
There is no one here but me.
SOAD Soldier side
Lange vergangen wie die Regen im Wald und Wind in den Ästen.
Im Schatten hinter den Bergen versanken die Tage im Westen.