I Won't Dance (The Elders' Orient) (исполнитель: Celtic Frost)
Tasting their only dream As denial is still unborn Secrets beyond dethroned walls And echoes of a martyr's scream Caressing the alluring face As my conquest drowns nevermore [bad word] Don't quieten the elders' tears For they've foreseen our past Covered lies our remembrance As symbols turn to dust I won't dance I won't dance within despair I won't dance The elders' orient Journey into a wicked world My body beneath the skies Erotic wishes My heart has failed Incalculable is the surface's breath Paralyzed The form of death The stairs to my silent ecstasy [bad word] Caress of the mental space Thrones of fake life Eternal addiction for those eyes I believe my earthbound call Slipping into the hidden sun Intoxicated by an endless fall