The shadows gathered Whispering Twisting deformed lips Who talk no more
No eyes to see No ears to hear Condemnation
The presence of Goddess Reborn in flesh, bathe in wine With tearing grin forces the heart To worship her as Goddess Puts her merciless arms around Clings with bloody nails Finds its way to the heart
The presence of Goddess Reborn in flesh, bathe in wine Clinging with bloody nails With tearing grin forces the heart
I feel your grace In my body I feel your grace In my gutter
I feel your grace It will be better I feel your grace It won’t be better I feel your grace It will be better I feel your grace
I feel your grace It won’t be betterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
