歌词
A true patron of the art,
You were from the start
In your garden, he could play,
On the moon, he'd drift away
Wandering boys all lost at night,
Trying to find their appetite
Wanda your angel brings you down
Strike me with your fire,
Drown me in your light
Strike me with your fire,
Drown me in your light
Your light
Taste the honey from queen bee,
The whip of shiny leather
Stroke them with your lavish fur,
And punish them forever
Strike me with your fire,
Drown me in your light
Strike me with your fire,
Drown me in your light