I Won't Dance (The Elders' Orient) - Celtic Frost

Tasting their only dream

As denial is still unborn

Secrets beyond dethroned walls

And echoes of a martyr’s scream

Caressing the alluring face

As my conquest drowns nevermore

Don’t quieten the elders' tears

For they’ve foreseen our past

Covered lies our remembrance

As symbols turn to dust

I won’t dance

I won’t dance within despair

I won’t dance

The elders' orient

Journey into a wicked world

My body beneath the skies

Erotic wishes

My heart has failed

Incalculable is the surface’s breath

Paralyzed

The form of death

The stairs to my silent ecstasy

Caress of the mental space

Thrones of fake life

Eternal addiction for those eyes

I believe my earthbound call

Slipping into the hidden sun

Intoxicated by an endless fall