Darkness claims its throne in an empty dismal night Alone in the forest she opens the gastes to hell
In her mind the demons speak, invoking her fantasies
Her skin pale and pure caressed by the dark Her lust speaks through her fingers in her temple of pleasure Her breating exhales sin...
The fog reflects the eyes she sees in her dreams Her perverted mouth hungers for the infernal cum
Under the moonloght spell, an angel has fallen from grace
Surrounding darkness embraces her soul
And the ground is moistured by her lust The moonlight witnesses the breed of evilness
Her lust is spilled on dead grounds, planting the seeds for cyclical sin...cyclical sinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
