Lyrics:

Winged disciples of the nocturne dream
Descend upon the fortress of the tyrants creed
In their search for Midas, how many more must bleed?
Father supernature grant the final deed, please, yeah
Children screaming velvet sorrow
In tombstone rulers burning land
Love shall send them to the gallows
Retribution is at hand
Immortal rotation in a wordless hearse
Cosmic funeral of mother's afterbirth
Lord, release the dragons from the pall bearing sky
Our surrounded navigation will breathe their hate goodbye, yeah

Through a screen of crimson shadows
Weeping angel flaps his wings
Void of sin engulfs and swallows
Tragic dust of futile man, man
Come on now
Oh, yeah

Karma will guide you my way
And now we're tolling your bell
Purple unicorns will guide me
To fleets of lost angels

That's hot
Ooh, that hot I can't keep holding on
Wait a minute
Put an anvil
Ooh, disco supernova
Do the Martian Cassanova
No, I ain't, can ya dig it?
Let's groove, sonic motherfucker

Demons inside me
Have burned you now we've expelled
They chased you down Satan's highway
We bid you found farewell