Ear to the woodsfloor | |
It's in the mind | |
And every time | |
I shut mine eyes | |
Spinning spinning | |
The wind whispers 'don't stop' | |
The very earth commands her death | |
The very earth commands | |
Stabstabstabstabstabstabstabstabstab | |
Thy lips so red mine darling | |
Lips so hot | |
Oh, whore's breath | |
This is the last time | |
Death creeps from behind | |
Rushes up from below | |
Come my darling, it is time | |
Stab stab |