I'm granted the godly honor To commit the black messes I felt the juice of blood There's a taste of wind in there
The look is directed into your eyes The stars fade all over gentle body I froze into kiss of the lips Which were read, soft, evil and dead
What do you feel in the black snow? He holds your body gently He draws the death signs upon it Praises you as the Queen of the Hell
Don't be afraid, spread your wings Absorb the eternity with your look You were born with your name, which is Anna You will die with that name of the lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
