(The_ mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm)



Dressed in a goat fur

We inhale intoxicating stuff

The World becomes one big blur

While we spit on the Christian bluff

We dance in the moon light

Howling at it when full

We rage throughout the night

And this isn't any bull



This the pagan time

Far away from ethics and moral

Here fun ain't a crime

You wont last to see our burial



Sacrificing to our gods and goddesses

While partying without moral or ethics

Here nothing is modest

Who cares that we're all heretics

We're neither good nor evil

We do onto them as they do to us

So burn those who burned us at age of medieval

And there will be no blue buss



This the pagan time

Far away from ethics and moral

Here fun ain't a crime

You wont last to see our burial