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Moving bodies, smouldering fire, longing for ecstacy make a chain murmering swearings, evil spirits must never return again it’s a shame When the veils are rent asunder don’t we all look quite the same different coloured pieces but moving in the same game Everybody needs a guardian someway, somehow one day or another it is bound to show Dazzling lightshows, rhythm rhythm, oh longing for ecstacy make a chain killing fear, for evil spirits might ever appear again all in vain When the veils are rent asunder don’t we all have quite the same A tribal affinity, all moving in the same game Everybody needs a guardian someway, somehow one day or another it is bound to show From Letras Mania