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