Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood   Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust   Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips   All around your vagina, down on your hips      I may be old   But still I breathe   Therefore I am   I may be old   But still I move   And lead this dance      I smeared your dirty wings with an ancient oil   Made out of serpents, bats and soil   Take your broken wings and try to fly again   Down into the abyss, through the eternal flames   Behold the beautiful landscape below   Watch it with respect and see what it has to show   This is where the future meets the past   Where the time stands still and the first becomes the last      I took a piece of your heart   I took a piss on your soul   I spit on your feeble church   I disgraced your holy whore      I want to see the daughters of the moon   Dance on the blood-red tide   Wearing nothing but their funeral dress   So innocent, with nothing to hide      I may be old   But still I breathe   Therefore I am   I may be old   But still I move   And lead this dance