From your bitten nails The filth of thy day descends upon me The messy hair falls on me I warm you up in the ecstasy When you gasp with desire I whisper in a paid-up voice Go down there, I'm trembling There is a fire and sweet smell Grown into the scars of age Your crude ranting Whispered right into my ears The filth of thy day falls on me Reflecting the clanging sound of Rain from a rusted gutter When you crawl at my feet You'll do as I say I am the mistress of this court The star among the spiders The Virgin Mary with the dirty faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
