Evil waits by river sides By wild run streams and shallow tides For weaker souls that you or I I've known about them all my life
Old Horn Tooth Old Horn Tooth Weeds coiled around your soul Drowing in ice black depths Reveal your hidden crone
Youthful beauty masks intent Her sapphire eyes, charming lament Her hair of fine spun golden thread Her pitch black heart, means your death
Old Horn Tooth Old Horn Tooth Weeds coiled around your soul Drowing in ice black depths Reveal your hidden croneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
