Jagermeister 歌词

Raise your glass up to the night And drink ye of your fill Come and taste the dark delight And drink of Heaven's milk It's the only one, the holy one Manna from the stars above The liquid flame of fire and shame Jägermeister, its sacred name In the heat of a summer night Or when the cold wind blows When your heart yearns to be free There's comfort in the liquid gold And in your hand The Promised Land The universe at your command To ecstasy from despair Jägermeister will take me there, Oh yeah When the dread cold had of Death Is heavy on your heart When all hope and love is lost and your world torn apart Jägermeister, Jägermeister The sweetest blood from the veins of Pan Bacchus, Dionysus, take me up to the lips of Isis