Out in the cold, ahead in the dark A lamp is flickering bright Hungry and tired you're wandering around Lonely through the night
Greedy looks cling to your body Fever's rising in your blood
Call of the Wicked, facing the evil eye
Secret desires, the dreams of the past Are promised to come true The touch of the sin is tasting so sweet Hear it calling you
If you like to play with fire Never ever get too close
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