DANCE - Cellar Darling

Woe drowns out the silence

Now free as heathens

Around in circles do the torn ones dance

Gara amun ian a friar…

Led by rhythmic motion

The lucid withers

Rupturing, the walls of every man

High beyond the mother, circling avians

Gracefully inciting one last trance

Gara amun ian a friar…

Choreomania, slaying the ever

Sheer oblivion, conquering delirium

Oh, the broken, dancing forever

Won’t atone it

(Slay) slaying the ever

(Lay) with whomever

(Love) like no other

(Dance) now or never

Day after night, night after day they faint away

Unwillingly their limbs are raised towards the sky

Gara amun ian a friar…

Choreomania, slaying the ever

Sheer oblivion, conquering delirium

Oh, the broken, dancing forever

Won’t atone it

Chorea Lasciva…