Curse the girl The girl is cursed She dreams in jet Her soul is as black as her body The gods they dropp'd her in the Q'Sh To save themselves Statue breathe on bier in the Cabinet from the clouds This is nothing holy Sleepawake eye spinning Abomination, blasphemy That thou art, then, Blasphemy
Decanter is almost empty now Devil doll, she needs to die Die Holy knife sacrifice Creep out of the shade Deck planks creaking Silver gleam against the lamps Is a dark angel grinning In the throes of suicide
Bier like hope, girl gone (Maybe she would bless this spot) Knife is shaking Magus trembling Shadow out from nowhere Death leapt up in a somber dress Broke his neck and cast him to the mist
Silence again And groaning Planks of airship creakingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
