Check out who's at the door
a war he brings or just simply plot
here is the key ring jingles aloud
which one you wish , I'll be your host
Fill in the glasses for the last toast
cunning maneuvers , so sharpen your claws
at bedlam party is dancing the world
the musics over but dancers won't stop
Behind the dark , hollowed he stands
these filthy hands are whipping through the air
unfinished towers and fallen angels
pathetic wisdom and shallow respect
Empty are halls , the silence
and desert is the place to go
Now
Dancing in the dark , crawling in the dirt
dressed up in white , enemy's your friend
Throwing the stones , waiting for more
drowing in the dirt , enemy's your friend
Throwing the stones , waiting for more
drowning in the dirt ,
passion and pain !
