(The_ mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm)
Dressed in a goat fur
We inhale intoxicating stuff
The World becomes one big blur

While we spit on the Christian bluff
We dance in the moon light
Howling at it when full
We rage throughout the night
And this isn't any bull
This the pagan time
Far away from ethics and moral
Here fun ain't a crime
You wont last to see our burial
Sacrificing to our gods and goddesses
While partying without moral or ethics
Here nothing is modest
Who cares that we're all heretics
We're neither good nor evil
We do onto them as they do to us
So burn those who burned us at age of medieval
And there will be no blue buss
This the pagan time
Far away from ethics and moral
Here fun ain't a crime
You wont last to see our burial