Killing Floor

So this is dreamtime

And all is quiet

So this is dreamtime and all is night

I've never been held by the hand of God

Who's rocking my cradle, if he is not

He turned the oil into his blood

Panzer divisions burning 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 his fires burn no more

Satan has left his killing floor

If this is dreamtime for you tonight

If this is dreamtime and all is quiet

You've been never been held by the hand of God

Who's rocking your cradle if he is not?

Satan has left his killing floor

Satan has left his killing floor

Satan his fires burn no more

Satan is coming back for more