Raven...on and on with her raven claws Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers The night of her first blow She always wanted to know How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room Seduce to consume Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon Still maturing on her blood She is not your occasional affair, no! But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites She juggles with her invisible knife A black bird senses danger and flies Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find a warm nest behind the door And whip-tongues and skins of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor Which grows red and red They know she will hunt and hurt tonight And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
