[lyrics by A. Sцderlund] 

Your wombs always bled the sweetest of blood 
Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust 
Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips
all around your [bad word]  down on you hips 

I may be old but still I breathe therefore I am 
I may be old but still I move and lead this dance 

I smeared your dirty wings with an ancient oil
made out of serpents, bats and soil 
Take your broken wings ad try to fly again 
down into the abyss, through the eternal flames 
Behold the beautiful landscape below 
watch it with respect and see what it has to show 
This is where the future meet the past 
where the time stands still and the first [bad word] the last 

I took a piece of your heart 
I took a [bad word] on your soul 
I spit on your feeble church I disgraced your holy [bad word] 

I want to see the daughters of the moon dance on the blood-red tide 
Wearing nothing but their funeral dress so inncent, with nothing to hide 

I may be old but still I breathe therefore I am 
I may be old but still I move and lead this dance