The eyes of the devil,
Synchronised with the night,
Dance yourself unto me,
Dance so beautifully.
Under the power of me,
Slave shall have a master,
On your knees forever after.

A skin of mockery,
Deprivations, no need to be tame,
Call me by my name,
When you’re festering in shame.

As it was,
And as it is,
On the ashes of the fallen,
Won’t you dance with me?

You mock yourself in dance,
Love is forever your trance,
So dance on the ashes of the dead,
Show me the beauty inside your head.

Come, rejoice and join us:
The Sons of disobedience,
Revel in our name,
We have no time or place for shame.

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