There, at the stormy gates of heaven Where the devil lost his pillow All the dreams of manking hang As rotten branches from the willows Make the last cup worth to swallow Soon we'll be joking on the gallows Behold the rape of Cindarella Demons and satyrs take the cellar So we bathe in blood and wine, Self-destruction has no master Tyrants and empires will soon fall, Warring for a glass of cider
So we're going on this masquerade Old utopias burning It has been so nice, just say farewell So they are singin'... As the leprechauns are gathering Some call for absolution But the horns are howling on and on (So we will fail and know)
Chorus -That the time has come For the tribal dance And the humans tremble alone Beasts are coming home In a feral trance Hail the spirit of the mistletoe-
Thus we won't care about pollution Extermination: the solution! Close your eyes and you will see Chaos razing the Creation Men returing to the primal woods, and the ruin of all nations
ChorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
