Rotersand The Fire
you quiver, you sigh
above us the lightning, the fire
frightened souls rushing underground
sirens wailing again
the hail of death is pounding closer now
spreading the horror again
close to you lying face to face
fused like in final embrace
here we are, almost ecstasy
all the space and time confined in you and me
you quiver, you sigh
above us the lightning, the fire
