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So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet

So this is dreamtime, and all is night

I'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 T

he darker side of ecstasy...

Satan - has left his killing floor

Satan - has left his killing floor S

atan - 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

Satan - has left his killing floor

Satan - has left his killing floor