my eyes are the truth
my eyes are deflucing
my eyes are
god you were a martyr
not worth praying
your grave won't be
My body is just like a burning torch
From inside digests
(...of the beast)
You touch my feet without a word
And undress
Twa krew jest zbyt slodka
gdy istniejesz w bezkresie
ciemnosci
tak blada widza
My goddes waits the insatible womb
The wavy hips, the fresh
The body of the night is the ugliness
Full of waiting
It's
Roses bloom
On your dead body
Are the powers of hell still
My eyes
With nocturnal vampirism they
burn
With the shadow of catacombs
Floating
[instrumental]
At your command
The dried darkness started
Gloating over the last
So marvelous
Dying star
You're my lover
At the heaven of tongues
I desire your
When beauty dies
Raise symbol falls
On the arms of sin
Faith's carried
Dead
Garden of delight
Depth of my sight
Garden of delight
Blood of my
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