Cold woman. Freire eyes and lips that will bring me death. But I'll give her my love, my soul, and my final breath.
Oaths made to her that I'll always keep
Beauty exposed for my eyes to see
Gripping my throat now she comes to me
Yuki.
So wicked. Latex witch casting wintry spells. Do You feel it? Burn with desire or burn in hell. She whispers “Irete hoshī“ I tremble as the warmth is taken from me.
November dies and she returns Addicted to the taste of her
Oaths made to her that I'll always keep
Beauty exposed for my eyes to see
Gripping my throat now she comes to me
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