B/Black Murder/Those Dark Desires That Torment My Soul
Craving for murders, tortures and blood You seem not want to be discharged In vain formerly I tried to strive against you And now I can't satisfy you Whom of the humans shall have the right To understand my sufferings? In my most insane dreams Only you, Gwendolyne, remains pure... You beard me. Little girl... You make sport of me... I'd like so much to catch you And that day... Craving for murders, tortures and blood You seem not want to be discharged Those black desires that torment my soul... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
