A sham happiness that looks beautiful at first glance
Revealed its true colors
Behind a thin layer of skin
Something grotesque was moaning
The sinister thing that has spread through the human race
One day it will break out
And we’re scared of it all the time
It’s like we’re in the middle of a slow death
The voices cursing helplessness
And praying for help
I hear a song that sounds like a mixture of them
As if to swallow up everything,
The march of the saints goes on
It forgives us even for our weaknesses
And takes us away
Not destruction nor salvation,
But the march levels off everything
We are in the depths of despair
May they dispel our sorrows
Why don’t the seeds of our happiness
Ever sprout at all?
How gloomy should the depths of darkness be
For us to spend our time in, crying and struggling?
The sham ideal on top of a pile of misery
The height of folly
There will never be peace and quiet again
Because our marching band brings enthusiasm
From the day we gave our first cries,
From the day we knew grief
We were wearing out
The voices cursing helplessness
And praying for help
I hear a song that sounds like a mixture of them
As if to swallow up everything,
The march of the saints goes on
It forgives us even for our weaknesses
And takes us away
Whether it’s paradise
Or hell that awaits us
This parade just keeps going
Singing songs of anger and sorrow
Trampling down the dominating demons
Until our hearts stop beating
