Dark Starr (Fritz Von Runte Redesign)
By Freebass (2010)
On album It's a Beautiful Life (2010)
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Dark star diva
Highly Titillating Temptress
Mother of the gods
Goddess of Earth
Goddess of fertility
Pray for me, dark star diva
With the fruit of the forbidden tree
The gluttony of the gods
And the nectar of Nirvana
Assuage my mind
Let me hibernate
Radiate
Midsummer dream wrecked in one fall
Let me watch the Sun circle the sound of dark star
Stone the sudden dark star
And stranded still
All leave the Devil's gateway
The stripper of that forbidden tree
The dessert of the divine way
Hold my helmet hard
For it crowns Excalibur
The holy lance
Ravaging, regenerating
I feel its lethal life
Come here, you wise and foolish virgins
You sleeping beauties
Let me wake you with my lance
Before it's worn away by the kisses of the faithful
Sit at my right hand
Let me heal you with my scabbard of gold
Hold it, blind Septulium
Stick it into the side of crucified God (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hades come when he dies (ah, ah, ah)
Collect the sacred flow of His blood (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Soldier of His wine (oo, oo, oo)
Psychoactive juice
Drink it
Suck it
Let your eyes have it
See again
Don't bury your soul in your body
Free the spirit from your flesh
Get off your face
Get off your face
I'm a pagan, but I love you
Put your muttons on a fucking mob
They won't let me in 'cause I'm full of sin
My Ganges gone
My girl is gaga
A new world back from the grave
Don't grovel against agnostic gate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't disrespect my dream of death (ah, ah, ah)
Don't dilute my deities with disciples (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't tamper with my timeless tool (oo, oo, oo)
Don't steal death's sting
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Collect the sacred glow is black
Solider of his mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Psychoactive juice
Drink it, suck it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let your eyes have it
See again
Don't bury your soul in your body
Free the spirit from your flesh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get off your face
Get off your face (ah, ah, ah)
I'm a pagan, but I love you
Put your muttons on a fucking mob
Don't bury your soul in your body
Free the spirit from your flesh
I was divine as you, dear
So I die like you
Don't tamper with my timeless tool
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oo, oo, oo)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oo, oo, oo)
Dark star diva
Tella wounds the Holy Grail
Sun is the mansion of God
Bring your sacred cauldron of rebirth
That she will tarnish the sheen of you to us
And the white gold of the Last Supper (yeah, yeah, yeah)
In it were the singing heads of all of us
And John the Baptist in equal manner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two-hundred-and-fifty milligrams of the breast milk of the Virgin Mary (yeah, yeah, yeah)
A piece of the Cross
And the two adders of wisdom (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The leftover lamb of the Last Supper, yeah
How about the holy foreskin?
A pinch of ambrosia
And a line off the face of God
We call it sangria
The Holy Grail
Thank you, dark star diva
My mother's a virgin
My father is the Devil
God is my uncle
Christ is my auntie
But I am free face to face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I repent, it seems boring (ah, ah, ah)
Alternative to pandemonium (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The high trafficker of Satan
Freebass, Freebass, Freebass (oo, oo, oo)
Freebass signs horrors into highs
Death into delights (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woman said, "Be sexy (ah, ah, ah)
If you're off, I'll turn you on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But God doesn't dance (oo, oo, oo)
I'll turn him into a demon
If God doesn't smoke, I'll turn him into a dragon
Freebass, Freebass
Lower, lower
Borrow my holy lance, St. George
While I teach my witches to vibrate
I'm God
I'm great
I'm a man
Come out here, crutch
Look
I dance better
I move better
I look better
I'm lovely
I'm light
I'm love
So stop the world
I want to get on
Boys
Girls
Superstar DJs
Lend me your ears
I come to raise you, not to bury you
To make you high, not die
Don't forget, you have no memory
Remember, you can't forget
Why cheat mortality when you are eternal?
Don't worry, don't hurry
You can't run out of time
I am the Word
I write the Book
You'll never see my face
And when I write the history of my universe
I'll mention not the human race
Highly Titillating Temptress
Mother of the gods
Goddess of Earth
Goddess of fertility
Pray for me, dark star diva
With the fruit of the forbidden tree
The gluttony of the gods
And the nectar of Nirvana
Assuage my mind
Let me hibernate
Radiate
Midsummer dream wrecked in one fall
Let me watch the Sun circle the sound of dark star
Stone the sudden dark star
And stranded still
All leave the Devil's gateway
The stripper of that forbidden tree
The dessert of the divine way
Hold my helmet hard
For it crowns Excalibur
The holy lance
Ravaging, regenerating
I feel its lethal life
Come here, you wise and foolish virgins
You sleeping beauties
Let me wake you with my lance
Before it's worn away by the kisses of the faithful
Sit at my right hand
Let me heal you with my scabbard of gold
Hold it, blind Septulium
Stick it into the side of crucified God (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hades come when he dies (ah, ah, ah)
Collect the sacred flow of His blood (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Soldier of His wine (oo, oo, oo)
Psychoactive juice
Drink it
Suck it
Let your eyes have it
See again
Don't bury your soul in your body
Free the spirit from your flesh
Get off your face
Get off your face
I'm a pagan, but I love you
Put your muttons on a fucking mob
They won't let me in 'cause I'm full of sin
My Ganges gone
My girl is gaga
A new world back from the grave
Don't grovel against agnostic gate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't disrespect my dream of death (ah, ah, ah)
Don't dilute my deities with disciples (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't tamper with my timeless tool (oo, oo, oo)
Don't steal death's sting
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Collect the sacred glow is black
Solider of his mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Psychoactive juice
Drink it, suck it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let your eyes have it
See again
Don't bury your soul in your body
Free the spirit from your flesh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get off your face
Get off your face (ah, ah, ah)
I'm a pagan, but I love you
Put your muttons on a fucking mob
Don't bury your soul in your body
Free the spirit from your flesh
I was divine as you, dear
So I die like you
Don't tamper with my timeless tool
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oo, oo, oo)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oo, oo, oo)
Dark star diva
Tella wounds the Holy Grail
Sun is the mansion of God
Bring your sacred cauldron of rebirth
That she will tarnish the sheen of you to us
And the white gold of the Last Supper (yeah, yeah, yeah)
In it were the singing heads of all of us
And John the Baptist in equal manner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two-hundred-and-fifty milligrams of the breast milk of the Virgin Mary (yeah, yeah, yeah)
A piece of the Cross
And the two adders of wisdom (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The leftover lamb of the Last Supper, yeah
How about the holy foreskin?
A pinch of ambrosia
And a line off the face of God
We call it sangria
The Holy Grail
Thank you, dark star diva
My mother's a virgin
My father is the Devil
God is my uncle
Christ is my auntie
But I am free face to face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I repent, it seems boring (ah, ah, ah)
Alternative to pandemonium (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The high trafficker of Satan
Freebass, Freebass, Freebass (oo, oo, oo)
Freebass signs horrors into highs
Death into delights (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woman said, "Be sexy (ah, ah, ah)
If you're off, I'll turn you on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But God doesn't dance (oo, oo, oo)
I'll turn him into a demon
If God doesn't smoke, I'll turn him into a dragon
Freebass, Freebass
Lower, lower
Borrow my holy lance, St. George
While I teach my witches to vibrate
I'm God
I'm great
I'm a man
Come out here, crutch
Look
I dance better
I move better
I look better
I'm lovely
I'm light
I'm love
So stop the world
I want to get on
Boys
Girls
Superstar DJs
Lend me your ears
I come to raise you, not to bury you
To make you high, not die
Don't forget, you have no memory
Remember, you can't forget
Why cheat mortality when you are eternal?
Don't worry, don't hurry
You can't run out of time
I am the Word
I write the Book
You'll never see my face
And when I write the history of my universe
I'll mention not the human race
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