Текст (слова) песни: Agathodaimon - Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt
Come to my bossom, at night I`d like to tuck you in To show you my devotion I`d live your fright I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice I need to try your malice - My dark, poetic extasy I`d like to lick your beauty I`d wish to scar your sweetened wounds To reap your rotten fruits Your loving gotta suit me Oh, let me be the one - Who will you free See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery I wanna feel your hungry skin I wanna touch the sacrificed To make you the holy praised Whore... of my radiant sin I wanna see you sacrificed I wanna be your wet skin To share with you the greatest sin My angelic, capricious whore! I`d wish to ruin death and violate... life Together stay on a heavenly day My dark, sinister angel How sweet it must have been To be your hungry, velvet skin To both rejoice in thrilling dreams I need your loving as I need to be Did we see our other face How it`d ghastly fall from grace Well, I was the dead you played with And you... the angel I raped "Darling, you used to suck dry me creed Spit out my seed... I used to play and win I adored you struggling, idolized your everything But honey, guess, I`ve always been... Loving you...
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