I'll hold my heart and cry with my faith Forgotten, From destiny by my pain The only sin that has no birth Her beauty has gone, Left burning brains
Stealing the sound of hopeless creation Feeding their pain with a frozen stone That punches the blood of impure imagination With the black rose of sepulcher cone
The roots of dark are on her grave The sins of perdition are on her waves The story of death is on her nave Shall blaze tonight in a choky cave
Her beauty, Her skin, Her eyes, Her lips Made from pure wicked sins...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
