Idle toying, worship the whore,
Forbidden was bidden,
kiss turned to gnaw
Indolent minds, broken rules
The grey land is falling,
Laugh at the fools
We have Joy — We have Joy!
We was drunk, intoxicate
No time for doubt, no time, no late
I saw the laughing one — this was the West
he said «take your spear and puncture the flesh»
We have Joy! — We have Joy!
We was drunk, intoxicate
No time for doubt, no time, no late
Brandish the weapon, Sound out the din
We feeling red now — time to move in
We have Joy — We have Joy!