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 Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine