Wir lieben die Frauen und tun das mit Fleiss Wir lieben ihr Wesen am liebsten so heiss Wir lieben ihr Stimmchen Wir lieben die Brust Wir lieben die Auglein
Translation: Augenwei. Wotan's Wild Hunt.
Wir lieben die Frauen und tun das mit Fleiss Wir lieben ihr Wesen am liebsten so heiss Wir lieben ihr Stimmchen Wir lieben die Brust Wir lieben die
: Wir lieben die Frauen und tun das mit Fleiss Wir lieben ihr Wesen am liebsten so heiss Wir lieben ihr Stimmchen Wir lieben die Brust Wir lieben die
into the Wild Hunt. I'm chasing my shadow inside my own soul I am the persecutor of my self in the wild hunt The horned god take me through infernal
me to the Wild Hunt Break me with the Wild Chase Take me with the Wild Hunt Take
out of joint suddenly And I want to roam for a while Wild chase, this trace It's calling me Your grace, embrace A raving beauty Wild chase, this trace
There's a palace a-fallin' There's a smoke in the sky There's a boy running down into the lowlands tonight And he's catching a train to where he's heard
Oh I was sent to find the lonesome place Where I was lost but left to trace By carving riddles on the lonesome vine. Oh but rumor has it that I wasn'
I never knew I was a lover, Just cause I steal the things you hide, Just cause I focus while we're dancing, Just cause I offered you a ride. Still
Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land Evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand Oh, your will is in my hand And I'll throw it in
I guess I don't know why I will go under too But just for now I let the spring and storm return I left my heart to the wild hunt a-coming I live until
Oh, when it's god I see in headlights kneeling down on frozen highways And salvation in white knuckles on a wheel And the deer is in the audience by the
Jetée dans sa course La bA?te aspire l'air lourd Nourrit sa sA?ve des effluves Des feuilles pourries et des carcasses molles La bA?te conduit
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to But just for now I let the spring and storm return I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin I live
into the wild hunt I'm chasing my shadow inside my own soul I am the persecutor of my self in the wild hunt The horned god take me through infernal journeys
There's a candle in the window Of the old tatch house Mother said it was a beacon On this night of the hunt She sang softly Of those who were gone As
the westerly wind brings his tone the tree-tops so far in the sky I follow those traces unknown [chorus] and over the valleys I ride the wild chase