Juices Like Wine - Celtic Frost

Thirst and desire to rule the lights

For crossing heaven’s a futile fight

Bound to storm our mind’s wave

Fervent to sail in deserts of mist

Juices like wine

Like the blood in the sands

Juices like wine

Born of the earth, we strive for the 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