We rose out of blood and blood drips from our black eyes, eyes, woman Our waists and temples with snakes and adders are bound, bound, woman Vengeance and anger are objects of our old trade, trade, woman On the circling walls we hide our bat wings and we wait, wait...
On your knees and bow your head to the fury of woman Count your sins and your blessings for the fury woman
Till the very end we serve the lady of woe, woe We’ll punish anyone who will swear a false oath, oath
On your knees and bow your head to the fury of woman Count your sins and your blessings for the fury womanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
