bare me on wings Of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul
bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..." * Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul
Превод: Црадле Оф Филтх. Тортуред Соул Асилум.