Darkside Lyrics
Darkside Lyrics
"The Blood On My Hands Lyrics"
The Punch Lyrics
I wasted time to find you in the line of love Just so you could learn how to hide Because we're finding answers now and screening e
I wasted time to find you in the line of love Just so you could learn how to hide Because we're finding answers now and screening e
blood
you open the door
to
into the bride's room
it's
the secret it's decay
born
from fleshe's deepest need
rose upon my altar - i¦m the rose on your altar
until two fades into one and one is death god!
as my fingers run through your thig
Makings Of You (Interlude) Lyrics
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound y
hs - I feel your fingers in my thighsA little sugar, honey suckle lamb Great expression of happiness Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses Such would astound y
smearing my seed over blood over death - smear your seed over me
at midnight rutting bride
reaching for blooms beyond the veil
tell you my secret
god died for fleshes need
please come you shivering bride
the devil
Sing To You Lyrics
There's one thing that I ask Just one thing I seek To delight myself in you To live all my days Announcing your fame To
must feast for lust of the deadThere's one thing that I ask Just one thing I seek To delight myself in you To live all my days Announcing your fame To
lust slashes hate
immaculation of dreams
born from blood crying red
can your hear the strike of azraels' wings
as your man I'm gonna take you
I'll possess you entirely
musti, so gods will, cut your throat
my dove an
COFFEE & VANILLA Lyrics
He loves the outdoor spirit He's no computer man He hates the city traffic He doesn't understand He keeps a ledger diaryd drink your blood
and your twitching foaming death
suck your entrails
your bashful modesty
your cries build a coffin of laughter and lust
beneath my bleeding hands...
rose on my altar
until two fades into one and one is me
god!
He loves the outdoor spirit He's no computer man He hates the city traffic He doesn't understand He keeps a ledger diary
and your twitching foaming death
suck your entrails
your bashful modesty
your cries build a coffin of laughter and lust
beneath my bleeding hands...
rose on my altar
until two fades into one and one is me
god!