The mill is turning
Circle
Grind my cross
- There is no shortage of tears down here
Today closer... closer to me to hell
My paw is gripping the hammer
You up there don't kiss me
Because your kisses are fake
Like the TuryÅski Shroud
Like love for money
Click - smack
Mlask - smack
Tenderness right up to your pocket
Oh, you are your husband!
Drowsy friend
Look how it is when...
The couch grass is taken for a flower
- One Hundred Words
Not a single tear
Even in their speech I feel the tinkle
Click - smack
Smack - smack
Love up to my pocket
Hey! You ventriloquists of faith
O that you are your wife!
The golden wedding, the golden baptism
The golden throne and the golden paradise
The golden grave and golden masses
Golden Christmas
- Merry Christmas!
Your hunter, hunter of hearts
- Innocent hearts
Blazes in a stream of warm blood
So my heart will sink to the bottom
Your hook will not reach there
Click - smack
Reverend, Åów
Mlask - mlask
Reverend, Åów

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