When the skies are red And the moon hides my attempts The hunt for my new lover can begin
In the streets of Whitechapel Where the harlots blind your sense I'll rip the pleasure running through her veins
Floating over your steps to the alley of the pain The heat leaving your entrails feeds my thirst
Taste the perfume of the tears The sweetness of the fear And kiss the blood that's gushing from her lips
Look at this face as the others you've met Forgetting the smile of the bringer of death
Now... The last ray of light still reminds that you're tired The gleam of a knife steals the blue of your eyes Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Fear... me...
The sound of the river is calling again I'll scent the essence that cries out for rest
Now... The last ray of light still reminds that you're tired The gleam of a knife steals the blue of your eyes Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Fear... me!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
