The world around is killing me No thunder wind and rain Eels are crawling everywhere Compounding with the game
Grind the army, the living dead, without destination The faceless crowd is out to kill all kinds of variations
You're trying to trample down my dreams A shot in the dark
Mysteria – the spirit arising Eldritch cries from the hill Mysteria – fires ore blazing Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh
Seven days and nights a week Spinning like a wheel You try to buckle, bend and break And polish stainless steel
Raging fury in the sky burning with desire Self-determination rising from the fire
You're trying to trample down my dreams My disdained ideals Beware of the difference We're savage and mean – we're a...
Mysteria...
Evil is the dreamer to pit himself Against the forces of the tide You pay the seer to portray What you wanna hear what he has seen that night Oh – unholy is the feast Watch us dance around the blazing hellfire And Lucifer arises he appears at my desire