Jørn Lande & Trond Holter masquerade ball

Here we are, my friend
A destiny in my hands again
Tastes like sweet champagne
The story never ends
Now it will explode
My appetite for you, my love
I will take you home
Right here where you belong
The smell of your perfume sends
Shivers down my rotten spine
Under the great fullmoon
Tonight on you I'll dine
The hunger is coming soon
You can't deny and under the great fullmoon, tonight
You'll be mine, mina