| There’s a crystal view from my window |
| And I can see years to come |
| I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure |
| I live for the sword, the steel and the gun |
| I can tear down the walls and storm the barricades |
| Run to the place where the frightened crawl |
| Desire lurks beyond good and evil |
| So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| You can touch, but please keep your distance |
| You’re innocent and pure and with no shame |
| My spirit is willing and my flesh is craved |
| You tease and you taunt with the pleasure of pain |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Heaven and hell, I know them well |
| But I haven’t yet made my choice |
| I’m feeling scared 'cause I’m shouting loud |
| And no one can hear my voice |
| I’m walking a tightwire, can’t look down |
| Strung out high, above you all |
| Fateful wind blows through this land |
| Howls my name, heralds my fall |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |
| Over this land |
| All over this wasteland |