Blut geleckt [English translation]

There's something going on

She's lying silently under cover

Do you hear the snapping in the branches

and the cracking in her silence?

There's something going on

She's lying silently under cover

But no one seems to notice

The blood-red streaks between her claws

And everything that's turning only turns in a circle

And everything that settling is settling on thin ice

Who has wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who's got wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

There's something going on

She was the angel of Bremen

But Lucifer opened his needle-buffet

And everyone's allowed to take something

Her poverty makes her hungry

Her hunger makes her sick and pale

Instead of a rain of red roses there's beef out of the can

And monotony on tap

And everything that's turning only turns in a circle

And everything that settling is settling on thin ice

Who has wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who's got wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who has wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who's got wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

We've tasted blood...

We've tasted blood...

We've tasted blood...

We've tasted blood...

There's something going on

He's still feeling like shit

He always drinks his tea with milk and arsenic

But of the second thing, he's not allowed to know...

Who has wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who's got wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who has wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

Who's got wounds can lick them

We've tasted blood, we've got dirty hands

We've tasted blood...

We've tasted blood...

We've tasted blood...

We've tasted blood...