At night we bathe in worry and unrest Our fury kept by the silent wall With cloven hoof and lightning tongue The forbidden slithers here, in these halls
The rivers of night run through the gardens Like ravaging horses cut from their shackles Their presence feeds from temptation
The unclean has no blood on his hands Pristine in fur and ivory horn Are we lead onto his mighty blade Or do we choose to bleed upon it
Can you hear it call Surrender to the night Lead by guilt and desire Temptation will be your fall
Beneath the veil Wallowing decadence With solemn power Spraying like blood on our faces
Cleansing our hearts from their burdens A sense of desire will lead us astray Your eye like a mirror Devoid of untrue colors
Can you hear it call Surrender to the night Lead by guilt and desire Temptation will be your fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
