Words of yours so sharp they cut the air Thy skin is shining bright like stars A beauty full of love it seems She walks as if she floats above the earth
You play the game of many faces Thou sweet as honey, soft as snow Thy express yourself in clever phrases One follows you like moth to the glow
Darkness gathers deep within yourself Anger is cutting you like blades
Thou can't control it Thou can't escape it It eats you up Corrupts your mind Makes you hollow
You satisfy yourself with blood
Torn flesh of men relieve your anguish
Thus mutes the cutting hurt you feel
And silence those thou cannot manage
Darkness gathers deep within yourself Anger is cutting you like blades
Thou can't control it Thou can't escape it It eats you up Corrupts your mind Makes you hollow
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind Thy frame is blinding me like flames Unsighted by your honeyed cunning I ram towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full Thou using me, just like a tool As soon as your thirst is satisfied Thou let me fall, cast me aside
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind Thy frame is blinding me like flames Unsighted by your honeyed cunning I ram towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full Thou using me, just like a tool As soon as your thirst is satisfied Thou let me fall, cast me aside
You satisfy yourself with blood
Torn flesh of men relieve your anguish
Thus mutes the cutting hurt you feel
And silence those thou cannot manage
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind Thy frame is blinding me like flames Unsighted by your honeyed cunning I ram towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full Thou using me, just like a tool As soon as your thirst is satisfied Thou let me fall, cast me aside
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind Thy frame is blinding me like flames Unsighted by your honeyed cunning I ram towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full Thou using me, just like a tool As soon as your thirst is satisfied Thou let me fall, cast me aside
Beware to be bewitched by her The words she says are cunning ones You are just prey, for her to play Like Odysseus would follow the sirens You will follow her call
The call of the sirens Oh (oh oh oh) The call of the sirensTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
