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(álbum: Bodega Bohemia - 1993)

They're creeping on
Through your mind
Won't you think it over
We know the scenes
They're marching on with torches
Peeping from inside

With evil's eyes
The Ferris wheel is turning
The tale is told again
And if we don't care
We end up all the same

We stroke the flames
We never quenched all those years
We should have learned
From things which may come close

We need to talk
Time has come
Don't play it down
It's over
We know their themes
It's creeping on with caution
Peeping from inside

With evil's eyes
The Ferris wheel is turning
The tale is told again
And if we don't care
We end up all the same

We stroke the flames
We never quenched all those years
We should have learned
From things which may come close

We stroke the flames
We never quenched all those years
We should have learned
From things which may come close