[Intro/in the background]
(Tuff Laughter)
(Bye. [?])
(Oooooh-OH)
(Vocalizations)
Pull me from the rust
Pull me to the rush
Pull me to the rush
Pull me
If you would take a chance
Then you would win in full
And by my side you'll dig
Yourself a perfect hole
And of your devil drink
We one will sleep in fire
I'm sorry for your soul
You will not speak of mine again!
Rest around the ancient enemies
Let them run amok the beast and feast upon the age one time
Check and check the second gaze
Let them run amok the beast and feast upon the age one time
I await my high drink of milk of tear
On mountain piles of rose
And naked we will work the moon's most
Loving glow
And of your neck I'll drink
We one will sleep in fire
I'm sorry for your soul
You will not speak of mine again!
Most upon a peak high
And most upon the lines
Most of us will happily comply
Most upon a peak high
And most upon the times
Most of us unhappily comply
Since the darkest week, your body's fat will soon be weak
What? What?
Pulled me towards your trap and pulled me down
What? What?
Cast out from the spread which once contained humanity
Oh, no
The inside attack, the inside marking of the weak
By sucking out the blood from out his veins for him
Obsessed on the dry, go in lining of the ache
(Look out, look out, look out, look out, Look out)
Pull me skyward run
Pull me skyward run
Pull me skyward run
Pull me skyward run
The pitch and pitch of it all real
Run amok the beast and feast upon the age one time
The pitch and pitch of it all real
Run amok the beast and feast upon the age one time
The privilege of blood is the key opening so many eternities
The privilege of blood is the key opening so many eternities
The privilege of blood is the key opening so many eternities
Drowning in turning to me, drowning in so
Many eternities
I won't believe it's not real
I won't believe that it's not, it's so real
You're crying for me, drowning for so many [?]
(Vocalizations)