So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet
  So this is dreamtime, and all is night
  You've never been held by the hand of god
  Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not?
    He turned the oil into his blood
  Panzer divisions burning in in the mud
  The stain of freedom - he's washed it out
  Who's rocking the cradle - I have no doubt
    Sleeping eyes awake
  To see his hooded gaze
  Whispers on the wind
  The darker side of ecstasy...
    Satan - has left his killing floor
  Satan - has left his killing floor
  Satan - hellfires burn no more
  Satan - has left his killing floor
    (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
  (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
  (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
  (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
    So now it's dreamtime for you tonight
  So now it's dreamtime, and all is quiet
  You've never been held by the hand of god
  Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not?
    Sleeping eyes awake
  To see his hooded gaze
  Whispers on the wind
  The never-ending breath goodbye...
    Satan - has left his killing floor
  Satan - has left his killing floor
  Satan - his fires burn no more
  Satan - is coming back for more
    Satan - has left his killing floor
    Satan - has left his killing floor