the multitude excites, the flags are flown by fireside the programme starts and i am running through this madness and all the time i can't relate we sit
with me, we'll run into the night Come, come and see, sweet madness of night Night time Night time Night time Night time
take up your arms pick up your courage a black sun is rising as the gods of europe sleep come back into your strength awaken catastrophes atrocities shall
Tradução: Matar Broma. Night Time.
