Perfume - Ritual Howls

These boys told you

Carved with an evil eye

Which sounds cute

Then you turn the latter tide

A train rides, the colour of coal

Cloud of steel, a rustic gold

You’re on a mission, a curseful world

A gift for the wicked, boys and girls

These ritual cries, will shape nights

The ritual cries, will shape the night

The sweet smell of skin

It transfers the scent

With your body technique comes this new end

You still do one by one

'til the finest refuse

The angel kisses feet the way angels do

No need for the phonecalls

25 smooth years

25 locks of hair

The ritual cries, will shake the night

Just one drop, turns up the alimony

It shakes the night, when it drops

Turns off the candles

It shakes the night

Will shake the night