Fangela
Look at me

All is yours till the [bad word] 
Fangela
Look and see

Feast your eyes on a winded world

Okay

On first impression
And he barely made a dent

He had an appearance
Of a talking fog

And then the fog

You can even realize your bloodless lips

You´ve gotta move
You´ve gotta move

Fangela
Look at me

All is yours till the [bad word] Fangela
Look and see

Feast your eyes on a winded world

Okay

You thought you saw a funny shadow on the wall
With colored eyes and a hissing sound

That´s just the [bad word] to petrify your soul

You´ve gotta move

You´ve gotta move

You´ve gotta move!

Fangela
Look at me

All is yours till the [bad word] 
Fangela
Look and see

Feast your eyes on a winded world

Okay