作曲 : Hietala, Hitala, M, Tolsa
Behind all the empty glitter 
The city's a painted whore
A mother with a concrete womb 
For the zombie horde
Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers
If we have thoughts, they are harnessed to feed the hive
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning, where's the thunder?
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire?
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh! Where is the messenger of gods?
We need a messenger from gods
In here just one equals absolutely nothing
The machines know you, your face and your life
Death, escape, that's why boneyards have fences
Go read your e-mails
Junk comes to junkies
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning, where's the thunder?
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire?
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh! Where is the messenger of gods?
We need a messenger from gods
Messenger of gods (x4)
Messenger of gods
Where's the lightning, where's the thunder?
Messenger of gods
Where's the word and where's the fire?
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh! Where is the messenger of gods?
We need a messenger from gods
Messenger of gods
Whoa-oh!
Messenger of gods
Whoa-oh!
Messenger of gods
Whoa-oh!
Messenger of gods