Satyricon

Sinful woman with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulderbut complain not to me, cause I'm the accuser
If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed
you shall walk among us the subterranean fields
Why don't you come with me
and dance the snakepit dance
rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, the boiling blood
evils breath on your neck, the morbid rite
I'm tied in bronze chains
(so) where do all the flowers come from (in October 1997)
I am tired, should I care anymore?
The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away
sense no anger for that, be at one
The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway)
it's just flowers, flowers