Now we invite you all on a show so called the Friday night of our souls. So get prepared to put the end, my friends, of the workweek masquerade. Leave all false luster on the floor and join the core of our exulted horde. Rest a**ured this circle dance’ll remove the horror’s lance from our souls. Let’s raise the dead and lead the Horo dance. Horo dance - Pure romance. Join us in the Horo dance. Horo dance - Pure romance. They say the chain is as strong as its weakest link is. And it’s so wicked don’t you think? Don’t have a doubt ‘cause when we start, of course we will make it to the end. Spirits not all liquid flow. Bottoms up! And off we go! Battle for our inner sanctum we will win not foe disrupters. Make a laughing-stock of fear in you. Unity’ll make it disappear. Let’s raise the dead And lead the Horo dance. Horo dance - Pure romance Join us in the Horo dance Horo dance - Pure romance Let us spin the ring! Problems seem to be forgotten. Horo will set us free. This is all we need Now... [Solo] Give me your hands to put the shackles back. Pack the freedom, end the joy! The work, the week, the worse the whip awaits us in the coming days. Flow of spirits, to and fro. Battle is won. And off we go. Desperation won’t inflict us damage. Fight or “Vae victis!†We will live trough hell and come back here to participate