Golden Hand کے بول

One Flee the ranks, I run from thee! Into the night and past thy offspring! Beneath the moon and against the grain... I've left the idiot's ball, now I dance in repose! I don't need thy song to move! Mine wicked steps bear disregard! Longevity takes a breath... I've left the idiot's ball, now I dance in repose! Chorus Come to us, give us a kiss and hear tales of the flight and the pagan's plight! Unweildly sacriform and the infidel steals the unborn! Ceremony! Unleash the dogs and hunt the rats of the past, father and son! Our ranks are perilous few, pragmatical lords and slaves to virtue! Two To piss on the moon, free and godless! Rusty sex! Love in a pan! Dirty boys, so dead and lost... Whatever waltz, I'm a fool in repose! Ignorant men, brazen and rash! Hormonal hounds so sticky with sweat! Little boys and liquor love... Whatever waltz, I'm a fool in repose!