One Two Three Go
Dead sing through me
Uprising in shaman's translation
Archrival souls of squandering
Transcending the threat the tarots are burned
There'll come a time
to gloat in the light
don't stop there levitation
This flesh claims dreams
Mars haunts the skies crimson and gleaming
Lay thee rebel arms free
Throttle their bones wrangle its beasts
There'll come a timeto brave the blind
but don't stop their levitation
Laymen's translation
Morals be damned its ignorance paramount
But Kiss sin's feet in worship
What we can't grovel in will master our fate
There'll come a timethe cause will die
but it won't stop there levitation
Levitation will knock you down to size