If i retreat, words, wars and symphonies,
Make room we’re taking over here,
And so the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well,
Will finally perch him here again
Before they serve you well, they must be sent to hell,
Where they’ll always have (…), cold hearts and colder songs,
They will play us out with a song of pure romance,
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type,
Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type,
Let’s kill tonight
Before they (…) you well, they rest is sent to hell,
Where they’ll always have (…), cold hearts and colder songs,
They will play us out with a song of pure romance,
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type,
Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type,
Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type,
Let’s kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type,
Let’s kill tonight
