Moving bodies, smouldering fire, longing for ecstacy
make a chain
murmering swearings, evil spirits must never return again
it’s a shame
When the veils are rent asunder
don’t we all look quite the same
different coloured pieces but moving in the same game

Everybody needs a guardian
someway, somehow
one day or another it is bound to show

Dazzling lightshows, rhythm rhythm, oh longing for ecstacy
make a chain
killing fear, for evil spirits might ever appear again
all in vain

When the veils are rent asunder
don’t we all have quite the same
A tribal affinity, all moving in the same game

Everybody needs a guardian
someway, somehow
one day or another it is bound to show