Jagermeister
(Indisponível)
Raise your glass up to the night
And drink ye of your fill
Come and taste the dark delight
And drink of Heaven's milk
It's the only one, the holy one
Manna from the stars above
The liquid flame of fire and shame
Jägermeister, its sacred name
In the heat of a summer night
Or when the cold wind blows
When your heart yearns to be free
There's comfort in the liquid gold
And in your hand
The Promised Land
The universe at your command
To ecstasy from despair
Jägermeister will take me there, Oh yeah
When the dread cold had of Death
Is heavy on your heart
When all hope and love is lost and your world torn apart
Jägermeister, Jägermeister
The sweetest blood from the veins of Pan
Bacchus, Dionysus, take me up to the lips of Isis
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