Swing of Death
Please step inside this crypt of mine
We'll have a ballroom dance tonight
An invitation that you can't deny
No ticket sale for the ride
I've got to taste what you can give
You're such an easy catch and so naive
Like stealing candy from a kid (HOLA LEO)
The next card is out of my sleeve
Now everybody welcome to the
The Swing of Death
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
Don't care at all Ain't got no soul
NO NO I ain't got no soul
You can't run, no you can't hide.
The doors are all closed now you won't survive
On the other hand you get to join your man
Infection's guaranteed
Well I brought you here from the streets of mud
But don't leave much honey, just a drop of blood
Release your life from... misery
I bring you death and insanity
Now everybody
Welcome to the
The Swing of Death
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
Don't care at all, ain't got no soul
You're in my debt (death? dead? Bed? wat?)
Step into the groove, into the Swing of Death!
Dance Of Fools x5
I bid you welcome to the ball of the undead
tonight we feast
come and join this dance of death
(Grito Lande)
The swing of death
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
I Don't care at all, ain't got no soul
The Swing of Death (mas gritos Lande)
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
I Don't care at all
(MMMM! sexy)
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna be the one to kill your living spark
I'll be the one to lead and dance you to the dark
Ain't gonna give you up or wait another day
Together you and me will fly and hunt for preeeey! (prey)
The Swing Of Death...
Yeaaaaaah(Lande)
Swing it baby (fadeout)
We'll have a ballroom dance tonight
An invitation that you can't deny
No ticket sale for the ride
I've got to taste what you can give
You're such an easy catch and so naive
Like stealing candy from a kid (HOLA LEO)
The next card is out of my sleeve
Now everybody welcome to the
The Swing of Death
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
Don't care at all Ain't got no soul
NO NO I ain't got no soul
You can't run, no you can't hide.
The doors are all closed now you won't survive
On the other hand you get to join your man
Infection's guaranteed
Well I brought you here from the streets of mud
But don't leave much honey, just a drop of blood
Release your life from... misery
I bring you death and insanity
Now everybody
Welcome to the
The Swing of Death
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
Don't care at all, ain't got no soul
You're in my debt (death? dead? Bed? wat?)
Step into the groove, into the Swing of Death!
Dance Of Fools x5
I bid you welcome to the ball of the undead
tonight we feast
come and join this dance of death
(Grito Lande)
The swing of death
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
I Don't care at all, ain't got no soul
The Swing of Death (mas gritos Lande)
Till your last breath you know I'm in control
I Don't care at all
(MMMM! sexy)
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna be the one to kill your living spark
I'll be the one to lead and dance you to the dark
Ain't gonna give you up or wait another day
Together you and me will fly and hunt for preeeey! (prey)
The Swing Of Death...
Yeaaaaaah(Lande)
Swing it baby (fadeout)
Credits
Writer(s): Trond Holter
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