Lyrics: Christiansen. Stylish Nihilists. Tragedy My Novella.

1983 in the year of our lord
The Camero's kickin'
The photograph it melts in his hand
He's going faster
Age 18 with the cute blonde curls
The devil's children
Let's fuck
She'll let him die at the top of the world
Black-eyed eclipse makes a safe milieu above my Russian revels
Tragedy's in the closet with the skeleton suit
Ends the perfect day
An epoch with innocuous eyes
The devils children
A new epoch with some Shakespeare and knives
Rasputin's advice with innocuous eyes, the devil's children beneath the snow
A red bear hunt gone wrong
It's colt, so cold here
We have to burn our boats
There's always Moscow

(Thanks to Jorgey for these lyrics)