Moonlit march on a scorching pain Parched and weary and soul in vain In the distance a searching light Beckons him into the night
What pretense of a shrine is this? What kind of goddess will sway and kiss? Get you gone for I'll torch this den Mischievous temptress of men
King of kings, so deeply devout Of your virtue I have no doubt Taste of mine, what offerings so sweet Come sate your thirst at my feet
Every fool follows a star Drink and piss wherever you are
Scent of jasmine and temple chime Glory be to the concubine Soldier, emperor, prince and fool Long may the dancing girl ruleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
