كلمات Dance

Woe drowns out the silence Now free as heathens Around in circles do the torn ones dance Gara amun ian a friar Led by rhythmic motion The lucid withers Rupturing, the walls of every man High beyond the mother, circling avians Gracefully inciting one last trance Gara amun ian a friar Choreomania, slaying the ever Sheer oblivion, conquering delirium Oh, the broken, dancing forever Won't atone it (Slay) slaying the ever (Lay) with whomever (Love) like no other (Dance) now or never Day after night, night after day they faint away Unwillingly their limbs are raised towards the sky Gara amun ian a friar Choreomania, slaying the ever Sheer oblivion, conquering delirium Oh, the broken, dancing forever Won't atone it Chorea Lasciva