Searching for the key to being young Afraid of one day growing older But the door is being in ourselves And the key is underfoot itself The blood on the hand, something begins Get blood of the slave is an enternal trance Bloodbath each day by the virgins' vein Sadistic pleasure for beauty's sake The mirrors must be broken everytime The beauty will stay in our minds Mettle of youth keeps it alive Six hunderd virgins' blood is the price The blood on my hand, something begins Get blood of my slave is an enternal trance Bloodbath each day by the virgins' vein Sadistic pleasure for my beauty's sake