A gathering at night A knock-knock on the door Dressed in a red cloak Her eyes gleaming with delight The moment she's been waiting for finally arrived Sister's waiting for her While the stars are shining bright
Incubus and succubus The evil foe has cursed on us The Demons rise on Hallowmass Oh, this devilishness...
A plague came over us again striking down my fellow-men The priest became a scatterbrain My word for it, Mister!
The churchyard it came tumbling down The king of kings: A brainless clown The prior stuck in the eiderdown and I had to witness!
The piper played a dancing tune and all came out on Harvest Moon Altars staying unillumed and women sinister!
Now she's awake Dancing in the firelight The dragon's call resounds The serpent's kiss ignites The fire of love The dawning of a new day Oh, sister of the night You're the light of the world
Spellbound they're screaming in the street How could we fall? Oh, this defeat... The ruthless on the losing streak We are so wasted!
So stupid that we did not see How all those things should really be The eyesore of humanity a flawed mastermind!
What once seemed apprehensible has turned into dispensible because of being nonsensical We should have been basted!
But now we've come to realize the senselessness of alibis and squander of self-sacrifice so deaf, dull and blind!
We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the weavers, we are the web We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the witches back from the dead
See me, I am life and it's your birthright to walk proud and strong Come dance with the tide We've been there before And we shall return for now and evermore now and evermore...
We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the weavers, we are the web We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the witches back from the dead
Up on the hill she peers down by the sea she waits Her sisters gathering by her side until disturbance dies It was another case of self-fulfilling prophecy Those faithful believers submerging in their agony
Did they really think their deeds justified abysmal greed ignoring all the human needs A ploy of indulgence!
Insane with egomania vampires from Transylvania spiritual pyromania ashes to ashes...
Obsessed with their morbidity the morons of stupidity caused nothing but sheer faggery A lack of common sense!
Their madness turned to matricide religious sort of cyanide We salute your suicide: Your kingdom crashes!
We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the weavers, we are the web We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the witches back from the dead
We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the weavers, we are the web We are the flow, we are the ebb We are the witches back from the dead Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
