Kjetil Nernes - Ha-Satan Dêofol lyrics

Under a dying olympic flame They dance gaily around yonder maypole They hammer nails to the cross And the blood on the floor is yours You may put me in a barrel, roll my skull down the hill Tar and feather for the non-conformist The blood on the floor is yours I hoist my half-dead wife Hold her tightly in my arms I dream I k** her for my own concerns The blood on the floor is really mine Protrusive eyes, a fixed gaze I arose in a haze To open for my very lover Hands dripping Fingers flowing Under a dying olympic flame Life revolves around yonder maypole The gates will never really open And the blood on the floor is yours She'll wail hysterical orgasms And laugh at tormentor's scourge Chains and fetters for the formalist The blood on the floor is yours In beautifully groomed gardens The gates of life opens upon d**h A monstrous and hideous pa**ing The blood on the floor is really mine