When I thought I had a sense of death, I lose all feeling, bone by bone
I will not heed the prejudice of those, comparison of Carrion and Rose
When there's hope, better judgement shall be free, All changes of equal worth to me
I will pleasre in selfless ways, my flesh is burnt through from fertile day
In spite of it all, it berth my Heart
Satan's Magik, light again Birds fly from height overhead from me Loyal Magik, guide me home
A cold romantic that I am, Who wake the awful day that I stand on my ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
