VÍMUS
God is the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Vímus was his name
He'sgot it
Yeah, baby, he's got it
I'm your Vímus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Vímus, I'm your fire
At your desire
His weapons is his crystal stuff
Making every man a man
Black as the dark night he was
Got what no-one else had
Wa!
He's got it
Yeah, baby, he's got it
I'm your Vímus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Vímus, I'm your fire
At your desire
God is the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Vímus was his name
He's got it
Yeah, baby, he's got it
I'm your Vímus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Vímus, I'm your fire
At your desire
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