Mon Jardin Marocain
Marocain
Marocain
Marocain
Marocain
Marocain
Paris and Berlin
Have lost their shine
Bangkok and New York
They've opened mine
They were only love for sale
Beneath theücke
Shines so pale
Basking in the light of desert stars
Listen to the drums from the bazaar
Learn for a chance to sway
To dance the night away
Marrakesh
Passion in the casper
Marrakesh
Midnight of the months
Marrakesh
Passion everlasting
Marrakesh
Twilight of the thoughts
Come to my Moroccan garden
And witness the flowers of death
Dance with the reptiles
On the graves of bodies without organs
Marrakesh
Come to my Moroccan garden
And witness the flowers of death
Dance with the reptiles
On the graves of bodies without organs
Marrakesh
Can you hear the whisper in the wind
Heating up your senses wrong with it?
Because you've come to my Moroccan garden

Welcome to my Thunderdome, the place that I call home.
Marrakesh, passion in the Casper.
Marrakesh, midnight of the months.
Marrakesh, passion everlasting.
Marrakesh, twilight of the gods.
Marrakesh, Marrakesh, Marrakesh.
Marrakesh, passion everlasting.
Marrakesh, twilight of the gods.