Never felt so warm but your womb is a mountaintop never felt so warm till your veins emptied over me You could not have known that the sky opens up with this blessed wonder My gingerly moving limbs we're going under The grass starts to dance and swim
Eat Sun, Son Eat Sun, Son Eat Sun, Son Eat Sun, Son Eat Sun, Son
Never felt so warm till the flames of gehenna licked never was forlorn that's the way that we operate a demon and a god are now raging inside of your sacred fever your gingerly bound restraints you're going under split lips hiss the songs of saintsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
