Oh memory divine
I wander
When death to death is done
I wander
I need to lick a late,
Late, late passion
At every station of
The cross, the cross
Never is nothing here
Child, i wander
We need to sleep to die
I wander
Your heart is in a race
Never, never lose a will
We love dying men...
Oh lord let me know
The wonder
Oh lord let me know
It?s a cold, cold, cold christmas
At every station of
The cross, the cross
You mean my night is wrong
I wander
How do you feel babe?
I wonder
I?m a full, full, full, reach of desire
Is there nothing left lord
Nothing left but bones
But bones...
Oh memory divine
I wander
Oh memory divine...