Społeczność Grave

Engraved

All of the pleasures under the life's dome- I engraved them into my body and soul When I'm lying tired in the grave of no hope I run my fingers along fleshy red holes My hands beg to hear again what meat told Until the wrecked old body turns cold

The Spectre

What is dead should not come back, Shouldn't reach out from its grave, Shouldn't grab me by the hand, And invite me to the dance, Twisted, wicked, sick romance, Dressed up in fake innocence, With her pretty eyes and face, All night long until the day, Down the spine a shiver rushed, My bones, miy... czytaj więcej