i saw the bitch dressed as lamb listen as i speak under your skin white as the moon do you know this feeling? the ring of fire is drawn beneath our feet the archangel will not bother to we don’t grant his presence here in the war between sex and magic the winged goddess called my name there will be the cockcrow wake you up in the morning laying your feet on the lines of fire sucks the smell of vehemence the return call you and there is no unguent or talisman at the singing of the owl bow down naked i saw the bitch dressed as lamb the singing of the owl stripped and follow me the eternal silence will be consumed by your pleasure moans as prayers enchanted
burn your tears under the excitation they are the arcane, the messenger, I am the truth at the singing of the owl bow down naked i saw the bitch dressed as lamb the singing of the owl stripped and follow me it isn’t a dead poem the red ink will mark your skin feel my hand and my essence at the singing of the owl bow down naked i saw the bitch dressed as lamb the singing of the owl stripped and follow meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
