They mock the thought of masks
There's something wrong in their heads
The halls we walk along
Are lined with the dead.

In Sickness we'll fall

In Sickness we'll fall

Armed to the teeth
The good folk love to sing
Of freedom to hate
And ignorance is king

In Sickness we'll fall

In Sickness we'll fall

A fleet of comely blondes
Rage at countless fools
That everyone should kneel
To the dictator's rule

 

In Sickness we will fall

In Sickness we will fall

In Sickness we will fall

In Sickness we will fall

​In Sickness we'll fall