Lyrics:

The old man nearly diedThey dance in the light from his handHe remembers when fate was more kindAnd cool summer rain soaked the landBells in the temple, a buddah ReclinesMeanwhile to the east and again to the northShiva awaits in the sandSmooth as leather - unchained by the bladeA face made of stone will remainWho will remember the love that we madeAnd hand writes a word and the word is genocideKill not your enemyLove not your friendTurning in ecstasyWe learn the dance of deathNo waterOne in ten surviveCries of the damned flood the landAnother leader more dead than aliveWith innocent blood on his handGunfire by dayligth - murder by nightRun to the hills on the voyage of your pastMemories faded by nightNowhere to go so they learn how to danceTheir hands speak of days left behindYour murderer's your saviour by strange circumstanceA lesson in lies for the children of the damnedKill not your enemyLove not your friendTurning in ecstasyWe learn the dance of deathSilent as angelsThe old man surviveSerene as a statue they standThey drink propaganda and breath cyanideMeanwhile in Asia the rains begin againKill not your enemyLove not your friendTurning in ecstasyWe learn the dance of death
Riot Dance Of Death