What would I give to spread your sweet thin legs,
Not due sinful passion I am no man of simple facts,
A man demands perfection, true men demand a god,
To answer every question we hammer him to blood.
I seek for blissful battle a triumph to your heart,
And the field of death shall be an altar of all art,
Chorus heavens, hells and earth crying for the start
And here it comes, marching hard, tam,dadam taaa!
Armies trumpet, trumpet, trumpet.
Earth is trembling rocking rampart,
Rivers raging drowning reasons,
Earthbound monster stopping seasons
Justice, here take it home,
And order too, be gone, be gone,
And decent thoughts in minds alone,
Take them home, kill them all!
I will be my witness then, a fearless end of all great men,
And every word a slave to earth, the empty echo of my birth,
I may will have what I deserve, milk white skin the devil served
Every touch so sweet and blind, a lovely traitor of the mind.