She floats upon the wind and glides above the sea With supple, pale blue skin, her silver eyes are shimmering She'll get inside your head and whisper fantasies But soon you'll wish that you were dead, you'd do well to take heed
Imprisoned in paradise, bow down before your queen None can resist her beckoning Indulging in her delights and pleasures, never ending Bow down before your queen
Her wicked heart is black, but her voice is so soothing And in her path lay ruined men; paupers, heroes and kings She comes from timeless past to haunt these Isles of Ice Abandoned ships adrift are portents; heed the warning signsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
