Oh Lilith, emperatriz de la carne Suplico una ultima andiencia en tu abrazo El priviledio de admirar tu gloria Y si asi sea, consuma mi ultimo aliento
Imploro el olor y la piel, la sangew y el sudor El Bano de las masas
Ven a mi, primigenia, calma el apetito
At last...
This night the onirie dance of the flesh takes place Opening obscene portals lingering at the edge of two worlds One of abhorred limitations and the other of succulent pleasures just yet to unveil She weaves her way to me as dream divides reality
Tu entre en moi et j'entre en toi Prends mon fruit, mong sang est a toi Le soupir du Fantome
Two thousand long years have passed But the wound is fresh as new I cans still hear the laughter of the lamb The sound of nails entering the flesh
Witness the death of the bastard prophet Eyes dry as dead rivers, only a pleasing grin A reminder of treason, a reason to linger
A feast for the sight and such an inviting scent that opens the appetite of the hungered ones
Her whisper tears me open, devouring the meat to the bone Strip away all the earthly anguish, I beg you to come On my knees venerating your flower, a path to eternal rest Take me to the abyss and watch me fall
Tu entre en moi j'entre en toi Prends mon fruit, mong sang est a toi Le soupir fu FantomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
