Er wartet auf den Mittagswind
Do you want to see the bed in flames
Do you want to totally perish

You want to stick the dagger in the sheet
You want to lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein
You see the crosses on the pillow
You think innocence may kiss you
You believe killing might be hard
But where are all the dead coming from
Rammstein
Sex is a slaughter.
Love is war.
Do you want to see the bed in flames
Do you want to totally perish
You want to stick the dagger in the sheet
You want to lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein