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 above 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

SlaySlaying 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

Choreomania, slaying the ever
Sheer oblivion, conquering delirium
Oh the broken, dancing forever,
won't atone it

Chorea Lasciva