Swing of Death - Jorn, Trond Holter

Please step inside this crib of mine

We’ll have a ballroom dance tonight

An invitation that you can’t deny

No ticket sale for the ride

I got to taste what you can give

You’re such an easy catch and so naiv

Like stealing candy from a kid

The next card’s out of my sleeve

Now everybody welcome to the…

…Dance of fools

The swing of death, devils tools

Until your last breath you know I’m in control

Don’t care at all, ain’t got no soul

No, no I ain’t got no soul

You can’t run, no you can’t hide

The doors are all closed, now you won’t survive

But on the other hand you get to join your man, infections guaranteed

Well I brought you here from the streets of mud

I don’t need much honey, just a drop of blood

Release your life from misery, I bring you death and insanity

Now everybody welcome to the…

…Dance of fools

The swing of death, devils tools

Until your last breath you know I’m in control

Don’t care at all, ain’t got no soul

Dance of fools

You’re in my dept

Devils tools

Step into the grove, into the swing of death

Dance of fools, devils tools

I bid you welcome to the ball of the undead

Tonight we feast, come and join this dance of death

Dance of fools

The swing of death, devils tools

Until your last breath you know I’m in control

I Don’t care at all, ain’t got no soul

Dance of fools

The swing of death, devils tools

Until your last breath you know I’m in control

I Don’t care at all

I’m gonna, I’m gonna be the one to kill your living spark

I’ll be the one to lead and dance you through the dark

Ain’t gonna give you up or wait another day

Together, you and me will fly and hunt for prey

Dance of fools, devils tools

A swing of death

Dance of fools, devils tools

Swing it, baby