Besedila: The Offspring. Demons (A Mexican Fiesta).

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Clouds pass over the moon
Like an eye that shows impending doom
Tension in this misty air
Souls pass into the room
Drawn in by a lost memory
You will join them in the moonlight

You are my offering
Your soul transcends
The centuries of pain
Your misery in life
Is your ecstasy in death

Time passes like the wind
As we race to beat days dusky grin
Mornings just a moment away
Your body glistens in candlelight
As we all look on in fiendish delight
The ritual is just beginning

Come fulfill the prophecy
With our demons of debauchery
As virgins and spectress sing
This madness will never cease

In the dead of night
You will follow
In the footsteps of many others
Who have come before
I will show you the altar
Your aztec eyes, egyptian hair
Your beauty bestoved upon my lair
I've loved you before, in other lives
But youve never ment as much to me
Never meant as much to me as now

In this night of sacrafice
where blood is spilt
That will never spill again
But in your linen robes
We want you now
We want you now
You could never ask for more than that

You are my offering
Your soul transcends
The centuries of pain
Your misery in life
Is your ecstasy in
Come fulfill the prophecy
With our demons of debauchery
This madness will never cease