Sweating, flowing like blood, black lights electrify my eyes, 
We shake, slave of the flood, lost spirits on a white woodshed like ice,
Dreaming or dancing the sleepers awake, new senses grow up…
And fill your body… the trance is queen and leaves us await,
Key of a door which will be opened by me…

Life here seems so perfect… as if we were so close to heaven’s doors…
Feline smiles, dancing away… as if [bad word] back from an ancient tale…
 [bad word] like wind white smoke tries to obscure our sight,
We fly, we’re proud of our wings…
The sabath lasts until the morning light !!
Creeping and laughing, the black angel falls,
New senses grow up and fill my folly…
Witches are queens & I hear their calls…
We smile and dance and [bad word] eternity…

Life here seems so perfect… as if we were so close to heaven’s doors…
Feline smiles, dancing away… as if [bad word] back from an ancient tale…
Life here seems so perfect… as if we were so close to heaven’s doors…
Feline dance, smiling away… as if [bad word] back from an ancient tale…

Ghostdance !!!!