The Spirit Of Mistletoe
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There, at the stormy gates of heaven
Where the devil lost his pillow
All the dreams of mankind 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 Cinderella
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 singing
As the leprechauns are gathering
Some call for absolution
But the horns are howling on and on
So we will fail and know
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 returning to the primal woods
And the ruin of all nations
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