Celtic Frost - I Won't Dance (The Elders' Orient) | Текст песни

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• I Won't Dance (The Elders' Orient)

Tasting their only dream
As denial is still unborn
Secrets beyond dethroned walls
And echoes of a martyr's scream
Caressing the alluring face
As my conquest drowns nevermore

Don't quieten the elders' tears
For they've foreseen our past
Covered lies our remembrance
As symbols turn to dust
I won't dance
I won't dance within despair
I won't dance
The elders' orient

Journey into a wicked world
My body beneath the skies
Erotic wishes
My heart has failed
Incalculable is the surface's breath
Paralyzed
The form of death
The stairs to my silent ecstasy

Don't quieten the elders' tears
For they've foreseen our past
Covered lies our remembrance
As symbols turn to dust
I won't dance
I won't dance within despair
I won't dance
The elders' orient

Caress of the mental space
Thrones of fake life
Eternal addiction for those eyes
I believe my earthbound call
Slipping into the hidden sun
Intoxicated by an endless fall