Lust he follows virtue close Through the steaming woodlands His darkened blood through bulging veins Through the steaming woodlands
Virtue knows he follows softly Through the steaming woodlands Travel light the deathly shudder Down the leafy pathway
The dim light she comes peering Through the forest pines And she knows by the sound of baying By the baying of the hounds
Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bares his teeth and whines For he picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signs
Lust cries running with his eyes The white-clad figure fleeting Mud burns his eyes But desire burns his mind
Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bares his teeth and whines For he picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signs
Fear in her eyes as the forest grins Through the steaming woodland Lust now his soul destroyed With enmity disarmed
Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bares his teeth and whines For he picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
