Give me danger, little stranger

Give me speed and I will bleed

Give me metallic taste

On a plain sight mirror

Show me the dreams

Beyond the fields of Elysium 

Cut the snow and break the ice

Winter came, they say it was a sight to behold

In counts of twelve, double centurion and legions of ones

Dance your act of desolation

Rape time and shatter the wall

Do it again, make it four

I've had my tea, many thanks

But lies are served cold

And wars remain warm

Colour of blood is the name of love, and in love death remains

The vengeance stolen in nighttime riddles, number six never comes

Strike twelve and we are done

I'll see you next year, you surely come.