She sleeps on a bed of roses and thorns Her pale face, candid like the snow The taste of the blood Is a sweet memory The forest wraps to you In its icy embrace
The girl walks in the forest Tightens the hands on the breast Sad litany
Every night she crossed the village Every door is sluice It is the cursed one
Saves your family, saves your sons, Other blood will be scattered!!
It was one sweet child She loved the sun and the flowers A night it came and sank its teeth in the hers warm meat Her heart has become black like the dark She becomes a wild animal She wants the blood. the bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
