From the recording Phan Service
Lyrics
The wind outside was howling,
like a thousand newly damned souls,
being dragged through the gates of perdition
On the way to their ultimate goal
The sun on the pavement was searing
Waves of flame wafting up from the street
The four horsemen cantered beside me
Making the picture complete
We are the demons
We are the destroyers of worlds
Never caring about the destruction
Just moving on to the next one
Paying lip service only more words
We are the demons
We are the demons
The earth was cracked and broken
Clouds of dust rose to the sky
Air outside not nearly fit to breathe
All that ever was alive, will die
Fact was overtaken then by fiction
Trade a lie’s sweet taste for bitter truth
Distorted, cruel, mirror world
Excluding those outside your chosen group
We are the demons
We are the destroyers of worlds
Never caring about the destruction
Just moving on to the next one
Paying lip service only more words
We are the demons
We are the demons