At the end of the crooked way, where the ghosts and the children play
The angel of death, he took your hand, and lead you screaming to the promised land
From the third reich, god of dreams methadone and
To take from you the dreams of youth, and leaving nothing but the truth

On Methadonia!
The sun don't shine
On Methadonia
A world of ghosts
On Methadonia
You can fade away
Methadonia, methadonia

All the young girls, have turned to hags, the only escape is in a body bag
Distant time, into the darkness I will fall

On methadonia!
The sun don't shine
On methadonia
A world of ghosts
On Methadonia
You can fade away
Methadonia, methadonia

On methadonia!
There's no escape
On methadonia!
It lurks there
On methadonia!
There's a sacred land
Methadonia, methadonia

I remember when we were younger, till the dark side dragged you under
You were proud you were free then you went walking in a (?) field

On methadonia!
The sun don't shine
On methadonia
A world of ghosts
On Methadonia
You can fade away
Methadonia, methadonia

On methadonia!
There's no escape
On methadonia!
It lurks there
On methadonia!
There's a sacred land
Methadonia, methadonia

Repeat to fade