So this is dreamtime and all is quiet   So this is dreamtime and all is night   You’ve never been held by the hand of God   Who’s rocking the cradle if he is not      He turned the oil into his blood   Panzer divisions burning in the mud   The stain of freedom, he’s washed it out   Who’s rocking the cradle, I have no doubt      Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze   Whispers on the wind, the darker side of ecstasy      Satan – has left his killing floor   Satan – has left his killing floor   Satan – hell fires burn no more   Satan – has left his killing floor      So now it’s dreamtime for you tonight   So now it’s dreamtime and all is quiet   You’ve never been held by the hand of God   Who’s rocking your cradle if he is not      Sleeping eyes awake, to see his hooded gaze   Whispers on the wind, the neverending breath goodbye      Satan – has left his killing floor   Satan – has left his killing floor   Satan – his fires burn no more   Satan – is coming back for more      Satan – has left his killing floor   Satan – has left his killing floor...