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So this is dreamtime and all is quiet So this is dreamtime and all is night Youâ??ve never been held by the hand of God Whoâ??s rocking the cradle if he is not
He turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning in the mud The stain of freedom, heâ??s washed it out Whoâ??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 â?? has left his killing floor Satan â?? has left his killing floor Satan â?? hell fires burn no more Satan â?? has left his killing floor
So now itâ??s dreamtime for you tonight So now itâ??s dreamtime and all is quiet Youâ??ve never been held by the hand of God Whoâ??s rocking your cradle if he is not
Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind, the neverending breath goodbye
Satan â?? has left his killing floor Satan â?? has left his killing floor Satan â?? his fires burn no more Satan â?? is coming back for more
Satan â?? has left his killing floor Satan â?? has left his killing floor...
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