Tell me her name, she's beautiful and mysterious.
Her shoulders can be seen through her white veil,
tell me her name, the name of the one of which boys dream,
she is being sung about with love and hatred.
Tell me what she's hiding behind, when she tolls the funeral bell during her last dance.
Boys' eyes are shining, when they hear the drums of war.
Blood is dripping over the eyebrows and a sweet is a vampire's kiss.
You can overhear her name when children play at her.
Secretly do young boys dream of danger.
Her lips are so hot and she never betrays her lovers,
that sweet feeling in your mouth when you touch the gun.
And with tears in her eyes, she shatters the dreams of mama's boys with her heel.
Boys' eyes are shining, when they hear the drums of war.
Blood is dripping over the eyebrows and a sweet is a vampire's kiss.
Her name is war, as she hugs her lovers.
Mothers still bring up, sometimes uselessly, young fools.
Suddenly you're scared stiff when she points at you,
and then "Save Our Souls" often sounds towards the sky.