"And when the cold dread hand of death, lies heavy on your heart, when all hope of love is gone, and your world torn apart, Jaegermeister, Jaegermeister, the sweetest blood from the veins of Pan, Bachus, Dyonisis, lift me up to the lips of Isis!"
Yes, it's the legendary ode to the world's finest Germanic cough medicine, first performed live at the Whitby Gothic Weekend 10th anniversary way back in 2003, then not heard on stage for eight long years - but now back in the set as the first track of the encore! Jaegermeister, the only one - beware cheap imitations! And having written all that, I think I might just go and have a shot now. Salute!
This video (c) 2011 Inkubus Sukkubus / DJ Pyromancer
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