Ooh, ooh!

(Breathing)

Don’t know me from the mountain

You never will you never did

Wind carrying the ashes of a town long gone

That has melt into concrete

Gods have been fighting over Sabbath and his instrument

Much longer than they usually do

And we listen to their quarrel whilst frozen in a drawer which is

Bursting with the smell of ripe fruit

And I've been wondering…

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

It's getting very very dim

And my mind has been wondering

If you, ooh

You, ooh

Feel like giving it a spin

And let their bodies be our sovereign

Abandoned by the law and abandoned by the king

Poor Mary lost her lamb

Many lost days, many lost nights

Bearing her own cross she couldn’t stand

From five to seven all the Gods in heaven

Freely roamed upon our bed

And we hold on to the ritual with minor metal skeleton

Our hell is whole again

Our hell is

Longing for a purge

Our hell is

Longing for a purge

Our hell is

From five to seven all the gods in heaven

All the gods in heaven will be ours in hell

From five to seven all the gods in heaven

All the gods in heaven will be ours in hell

And I've been wondering…

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

It's getting very very dim

And my mind has been wondering

If you, ooh

You, ooh

Feel like giving it a spin

And let their bodies be our sovereign

And I say

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

It's getting very very dim

And my mind has been wondering

If you, ooh

You, ooh

Feel like giving it a spin

And let their bodies be our sovereign

Now stars above are shimmering

Our bodies are covering in dirt