she has the beauty of the devil how strong is the temptation to see her face monster with hair made of living snakes their whistle seduce my soul
queen of the dark forces of evil mistress of the Beasts guardian of the Thresholds her deep glance will turn me into stone her dragonbody moves so close to me
all around the temple where she dwells may be seen the sad stony figures of men torn apart my mortal illusions her wet tongue slips on my lips
as a young and beautiful woman she's the symbol of fertility and life as crone she consumes like a fire her dragonbody moves so close to me
Medusa queen of the Gorgons you won't turn me into stone cruel tempting song of the Gorgons inside my head always resounds in the reflection of my sword you can't escape from your dark gaze ironic end for Medusa petrified with her magic sight
she has the beauty of the devil mistress of the Beasts guardian of the Thresholds torn apart my mortal illusions her dragonbody moves so close to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
