Sacred Songtext
von Danse Macabre

Perversity, lust, decadence
Mankind′s prior frustration
My mind hardly can comprehend
Mating, soul, destination

This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed

Born in the wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
There should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair

Not to simplify, form a thought
Try, share it with the world
For a care for matters of the heart
In this twenty-first century world


This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed

Born in the wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
There should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate′s hair
Born in the wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
There should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair

Born in the wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
There should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
Born in the wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
There should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate′s hair

And to touch a soulmate′s hair
And to touch a soulmate's hair