Killing Floor

Satan has left his killing floorSo this is dream time and all is quiet

So this is dream time 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 doubtSleeping eyes awake to see his hooded gaze

Whispers on the wind the darker side of ecstasySatan has left his killing floor

Satan has left his killing floor

Satan has left his killing floor

Satan has left his killing floorOh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh ohSo now it's dream time for you, tonight

So now it's dream time 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 goodbyeSatan, has left his killing floor

Satan, has left his killing floor

Satan, his fires burn no more

Satan, has left his killing floor