Severed Heads - Host Of Quadrille lyrics

Hot on the heels of '78 / The wailing dance of the cardiac rate Break out lungs in ecstacy / the gross physique of devilry says "Oh! When they play the music too slow My heart falls into the cold / and the ice has come again! " Take my future, take my hand / Take a turn in the promised land Host of quadrille, heel of fire / spirals down the steepest spire The spiral of hope and the noose of the rope and the draw of the blade ------------------------------------------------------------------