that year at the house of the Marquees de Sade the mistral winds blew at record breaking speeds mother nature screamed her lungs out turning the earth inside out 'till the demons came, pouring forth from her dusty womb
the nature spirits came to me grotesque and beautiful arms outstretched they seemed hungry to teach me and I ecstatically awaited to awaken from the dream
oh was it these winds which first guided me guided me to your door and was it these winds which kept me coming back for more by by a simple stone fire we'd stay up till dawn in your crimson room talking about alchemy and songs of change sung in the wind
they say that sorrow is knowledge and those who mourn the most must know the most over the fatal truth that the tree of knowledge is not that of life so won't you won't you be my wife oh if I could take a knife I'd cut out all the lies in your lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
