The chandeliers light The mirror's glance A shine not to bright An emotion of romance Mighty mirrors reflect the nobles proud bleed Golden chests contain the rich men wealth Sepulchral darkness surrounds the mind Lustrous slk hides the poor flesh The one who got my favour, Already dressed in purple blood Our steps are leaving a red trail, In the circle of my dance A green eyed man enters the hall His white skin awakes the red coloured dream Crackling tunes of breaking bones The warm liquid, it is my delight Voiceless screms surround my head my body fills with new life Renewing force flows through my veins Elated music supports the corpse dance Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
