| Song | Death In Vogue |
| Artist | Deathstars |
| Album | Termination Bliss |
| The masquerade is a show for the starcrowds | |
| It's death in vogue in saturnalian nights | |
| The heart we share is a virus in our chests | |
| A black piece filled with darkness and dead meat | |
| Now our hearts beat on | |
| The black is back in the deep | |
| I see a million of nations | |
| In blank and hot leather⦠| |
| This black syndicate is a burning ballroom | |
| Dirt, drinks and pills and Gucci drenched in blood | |
| The flag we raise is held for the dead dolls | |
| So now we'll watch all angels parade in black uniforms | |
| Now our hearts beat on | |
| The black is back in the deep | |
| I see a million of nations | |
| In blank and hot leather | |
| Puppets without strings | |
| Now Join the show | |
| Demons without wings | |
| We are death in Vogue | |
| Ten tons of lungs roar into the black vault | |
| It's disease, glam and champagne filled with nails | |
| The syndrome is sucked into white bloodcells | |
| And we march as vamps and wolves on red human oil | |
| The faceless ones⦠| |
| The leather swept ones that bring hate in tons | |
| The faceless ones⦠| |
| The subversion of laws through the rule of guns | |
| Here they come as the models and machines | |
| And see the dolls twist inside of their dreams | |
| I see the puppets whisper with manic tongues | |
| Feel it, scream it out from the top of your lounges! |
| The masquerade is a show for the starcrowds | |
| It' s death in vogue in saturnalian nights | |
| The heart we share is a virus in our chests | |
| A black piece filled with darkness and dead meat | |
| Now our hearts beat on | |
| The black is back in the deep | |
| I see a million of nations | |
| In blank and hot leather | |
| This black syndicate is a burning ballroom | |
| Dirt, drinks and pills and Gucci drenched in blood | |
| The flag we raise is held for the dead dolls | |
| So now we' ll watch all angels parade in black uniforms | |
| Now our hearts beat on | |
| The black is back in the deep | |
| I see a million of nations | |
| In blank and hot leather | |
| Puppets without strings | |
| Now Join the show | |
| Demons without wings | |
| We are death in Vogue | |
| Ten tons of lungs roar into the black vault | |
| It' s disease, glam and champagne filled with nails | |
| The syndrome is sucked into white bloodcells | |
| And we march as vamps and wolves on red human oil | |
| The faceless ones | |
| The leather swept ones that bring hate in tons | |
| The faceless ones | |
| The subversion of laws through the rule of guns | |
| Here they come as the models and machines | |
| And see the dolls twist inside of their dreams | |
| I see the puppets whisper with manic tongues | |
| Feel it, scream it out from the top of your lounges! |