5 acessos
See the horned creature
Looking back from the mirror pool
Bloodstains and feces
Defile the fountain of innocence
And you drink with passion
Lust beyond your control
Still the fever is rising
Down with it you go
There behind black trees
The drunken puppets dance
And the devil runs towards you
You look him in the eye
He is smiling and takes you by the hand
The ceremony is proceeding
Reaching its final words
The virgins are so cold
And your dervishes whirl too fast