Abramelin lyrics
Abramelin lyrics
"Stargazing lyrics"
Liebe lyrics
Liebe na was sonst auch wenn du bis zum Hals in Tränen stehst. Red' nicht von Vernunft denn ich
Liebe na was sonst auch wenn du bis zum Hals in Tränen stehst. Red' nicht von Vernunft denn ich
(Music: Schuliga/Aldridge Lyrics: Dower)
Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever.
Rotting- dissolving in my grave clothes, my
flesh turns to soup.
A distant thud, as a shovel parts the earth.
By moon lit night, a looming shadow- sunken
You said that you'd never hurt me But you did anyway My Piece of mind now deserts me (It fills my mind wi
My shrouded, decomposing corpse,
sprawled on frozen marble.
Carefully unwrapping,
your putrid, fly-blown prize.
Disrobed you sit upon me,
straddling my death remains.
Momentum slowly building makes a horrid
slushing s
Do Like Lovers Do lyrics
[Verse One (Kandi):] We've been to the movies once or twice, Had a candlelight dinner baby, That was oh so nice.ound.
(Ch) Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting
(Rpt)
Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,
your cumming in a frenzy.
Draining every bit of love my body has to offer.
Kissing teeth where lips once sat,
a foul and bitter ta
Lapping at my putrid flesh,
you puke into my sockets.
(Ch) Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flsh peeling, sores bursting
Your task is complete. My corpse lies in a heap.
Spewing forth my rotten dregs- dribbling,
oozing down your legs.
[Verse One (Kandi):] We've been to the movies once or twice, Had a candlelight dinner baby, That was oh so nice.
(Ch) Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting
(Rpt)
Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,
your cumming in a frenzy.
Draining every bit of love my body has to offer.
Kissing teeth where lips once sat,
a foul and bitter ta
Burned Bridges lyrics
I've met that point in my life. Want came to need. Burn these fields of corn, that surround. My harvest gone at the pri
ste.I've met that point in my life. Want came to need. Burn these fields of corn, that surround. My harvest gone at the pri
Lapping at my putrid flesh,
you puke into my sockets.
(Ch) Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flsh peeling, sores bursting
Your task is complete. My corpse lies in a heap.
Spewing forth my rotten dregs- dribbling,
oozing down your legs.