The price at darkness The main piece in the room Radiations like crystal in a tomb
The prince of darkness A Persian tapestry Cardamom spice in his perfume
The prince of darkness He stares right into you Darkness was all he ever knew
The prince of darkness Like a stew that can't be stewed Boils to the top but it never cooks through Burning like my love for you
He builds you a place Then destroys his own, he destroys his own He fills you up like the gaps in the floor Just to fill his own, to fill his owlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
