Left now only to the night realm Speech foul captured by the spite spell Take heed to dodge all the blight fel Searching the darkest of forests Child sick with my new nightmare So soft, I think we’ve found her This glow is the source of youth The source of all youth
Keep still hun, there’s time here I won’t neglect those fine tears Pursued by my compelling To wind up with a tracheal tear
My blood satyr, my lust free Equipped Spaded, to end the story But first savor, these tender moments Through white cedar, followed endless My plan clear, delimb decapitate
I am the master now
Heaving in discourse Leaving a brisk corpse Only a torso Beeched on the dune front bareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
