Something kissed my lips
Something
Something busted my fingertips
The north binds battle
In the car park
And the darkness
Somewhere
The night is on [bad word] With a bottle of ouzo
And [bad word] gun
The north wind
Is like a Spanish guitar
Soaked in petrol
Burning on the bar
Let the dead raise their heads
And the dying leave their beds

She didn't believe what her mama said
And she climbed out the window in the darkness

And behind you in the night
million [bad word] out to fight

In the empire that will be rising
Rising through the night

Something
Something give me strength
I'm burning
Burning on the brink
The north wind
Is like cinnamon and wine
And the darkness
Is the darkness