Juices Like Wine

Celtic Frost

Thirst and desire, to rule the light

For crossing heavens, a futile fight

Bound to storm, our minds wave

Fervent to sail in deserts of mist



Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands

Juices like wine



Born of earth, we strive for skies

Obsessed with lies, in arms of sleep

Earning dreams, we blind our eyes

Challenging secrets, ancient the cries



Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands

Juices like wine