Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips All around your vagina, down on your hips I may be old But still I breathe Therefore I am I may be old But still I move And lead this dance
I smeared your dirty wings with an ancient oil Made out of serpents, bats and soil Take your broken wings and try to fly again Down into the abyss, through the eternal flames Behold the beautiful landscape below Watch it with respect and see what it has to show This is where the future meets the past Where the time stands still and the first becomes the last
I took a piece of your heart I took a piss on your soul I spit on your feeble church I disgraced your holy whore
I want to see the daughters of the moon Dance on the blood-red tide Wearing nothing but their funeral dress So innocent, with nothing to hide
I may be old But still I breathe Therefore I am I may be old But still I move And lead this danceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
