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Swiss mountains and cheese,

            this cottage will please.

            Red velvet in Salvan

            Sticky blood for Satan.



He builts the Temple of Sun,

a little man with a gun,

takes your hand in his hand

and smashes your brain to sand.



In the Temple of Sun

There is a lot of fun,

waste your money and land

to find the world and its end!



In the Temple of Sun

darkness's squashing the light,

put a bag on your head

and with a bullet you're dead!



Ch.      Meditation.

            Celebration.

            Deflagration - of mental war!



            Initiation.

            Ritualisation.

            Suffocation - I can't stand it no more!



In the Temple of Sun

this child cannot run,

with burned eyes he must see

the disaster of Cheiry!



In the Temple of Sun

a trickling work has been done,

is this the promised land

for which my life I have spent?



Domine leni risu verborum tuorum caeca nos.

Savio mortis requietem aeternam dona nobis.



Ch.      Meditation.

            Celebration.

            Deflagration - of mental war!



            Initiation.

            Ritualisation.

            Suffocation - I can't stand it no more!



Your skull begins to creak,

an amputation saw you cannot see.

The flitting bat is awake,

behind a mirror of eyes he's flying free.