Not to make a door
Several Lucifer's come
And we can beat them up

Oh, Captain Corsair
We'll ride twenty years
A little lost roe deer
The wind in your hair
No Lucifer

Come on, [Incomprehensible], let's go
We can always just say no
To the anti-aircraft crew
The boys from the Hitler Youth

Silk and cyanide
Six weeks left to life
Left a skull and bone
You think you know but you don't

To Sodom crew will go
Not to make a door
Several Lucifer's come
And we can beat them up

Oh, Captain Corsair
We'll ride twenty years
A little lost roe deer
The wind in your hair
No Lucifer

Easy

Is that what the future holds?
Is that what the future holds?
Kevlar or Cherry Wood?
Malevolence or good?

Is that what the future holds?
Is that what the future holds?
Is that what the future holds?
Is that what the future holds?

No Lucifer
No Lucifer
No Lucifer
No Lucifer
No Lucifer