So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet So this is dreamtime, and all is night You've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not?
He turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning in in the mud The stain of freedom – he's washed it out Who's rocking the cradle – I have no doubt
Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind The darker side of ecstasy...
Satan – has left his killing floor Satan – has left his killing floor Satan – hellfires burn no more Satan – has left his killing floor
So now it's dreamtime for you tonight So now it's dreamtime, and all is quiet You've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not?
Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind The never-ending breath goodbye...
Satan – has left his killing floor Satan – has left his killing floor Satan – his fires burn no more Satan – is coming back for more