Elegant hills, black outfit
We dance on the top of the underworld
I feel alive
It’s the party of the dead
Make the skeletons dance
The unholy look in your eyes
I yearn for them to look at me
But when the arbritrar comes it’s all over
I will be judged upon, my soul will be sent away
Everyone dances, you don’t stop looking at me
You saw what I did, you judged my memory
So tell me…. am I unholy?
