At the Ball
On a moonlit night the beast took me to the dance
He’s a well-known kind that rides a silver Mercedes
Rides a silver Mercedes, pulled by dark horses
Their sparkling hooves smashing the silence
Blends dreams with torment, offers them coaxingly
Crawls under my skin, feasts upon my soul
The table sips, the beast stirs inside
You ’re prepared for the afterlife, I hasten after you
We’ll all burn and you see I enjoy it very much
And the pride of transient success shines upon my face
They’ll all burn and you see they enjoy it very much
And the pride of transient success shines upon their faces
We’ll all burn and you see I enjoy it very much
And the pride of transient success shines upon my face
You’ll all burn and I see you enjoy it very much
And the pride of transient success shines upon your face
(fordította: Kelemen Orsolya)
