It spins, oh how fine it spins
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Oh it pulles, it lures you in
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
First it answers to the will
The will, oh how free a will
It sets you free, it hold you down
The wheel, the spinning wheel
It spins, oh how fine it spins
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Oh it pulles, it drags you in
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Then it answers to the desire
The desire, oh how sweet a desire.
It sets you free, it hold you down
The wheel, the spinning wheel
It spins, oh how fine it spins
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Oh it pulles, it drags you closer still
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Then it dances to your imagination
The mind, oh how dark a mind.
It sets you free, it hold you down
The wheel, the spinning wheel
It spins, oh how fine it spins
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Oh it pulles, it pins you in its steel
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Then it makes your horrores true
The death, oh how a horrible death.
It sets you free, it hold you down
The wheel, the spinning wheel
It spins, oh how fine it spins
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Oh it pulles, it draws the World from within
The wheel, the spinning wheel.
Then it makes wrong seem right
The World, oh how a thin thing it have become.
It sets you free, it hold you down
The wheel, the spinning wheel of osheim
