Eva (Tears from Sodom)

Bet you want to taste my wine

Bow down to love one`s neighbor

Doesn`t bring us weaponry to have good warfare

One father for two lady keepers

He will turn her dreams into nightmares

Fresh woods and pastures new

In smooth branches flows her first bleeding

I can taste her

Her color remains crimson

And her carnal taste still lingering

We bow down in front of Him!

Who makes us His weaponry?

We bow down in front of Him!

Who makes us His weaponry?

Then thy serpent intertwines with my praying

Dead Sea man, come to me

And taste me at the end of each day

Cut my branch off deeply

Then thy serpent intertwines with my praying

Every grain of salt that got away

From the womb of my mother will remains

In my brother/my son an unclean stain

Every grain of salt is a Dead Sea man