This night Is ours I'll quench my thirst Your neck My knife The blood, it squirts
I'll invert the cross And drown it in your blood Even though I can smell your fear I know it's what you want
Your black cloak will not protect you Your black cloak will bring you death Your white choker will squander your trust And write your requiem
Six hundred sixty six Feet under ground I keep The coffin in which I laid Your decaying flesh Decaying flesh...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
