Celtic Frost

Juices Like Wine

Celtic Frost


Thirst and desire, to rule the light 
For crossing heavens, a futile fight 
Bound to storm, our minds wave 
Fervent to sail in deserts of mist 

Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands 
Juices like wine 

Born of earth, we strive for skies 
Obsessed with lies, in arms of sleep 
Earning dreams, we blind our eyes 
Challenging secrets, ancient the cries 

Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands 
Juices like wine