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| (The_ mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm) Dressed in a goat fur We inhale intoxicating stuff The World becomes one big blur While we spit on the Christian bluff We dance in the moon light Howling at it when full We rage throughout the night And this isn't any bull This the pagan time Far away from ethics and moral Here fun ain't a crime You wont last to see our burial Sacrificing to our gods and goddesses While partying without moral or ethics Here nothing is modest Who cares that we're all heretics We're neither good nor evil We do onto them as they do to us So burn those who burned us at age of medieval And there will be no blue buss This the pagan time Far away from ethics and moral Here fun ain't a crime You wont last to see our burial |