I'm aware of a signature presence in the lesser light at the dusk. Reunited: flores de sangres, daturas espiritas hovering overhead.
Toloatzin offering her life to the night; her dance in the moonlight entices; she strokes my lust, with blooms open bright; whispering the cruelest ideas; windswept contortions keep twisting her stems as sunlight is exiled.
Everlasting jimson gives insight, now accomplished. Nacazcul grown to die and poison, but why? O reaping seed, sacred substance – just kill me…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
