Текст песни Экстремист - Дьяволица

On the wet asphalt of dreams the Devil
Ascends from the depths of the nights to the throne of darkness.
Pouring lust into the nectar of the buttocks,
Debauchery with thirst draining the garden of the soul.

Breathes lust into the heart of a fool
Freeing a languid chest from clothes,
Calling obscene speech to the kingdom of delights,
In the abode of obscene caresses, in the bosom of comfort.

The Lady lures the fool into a web
Weaving a network of hopes for vice by deceit,
Through the labyrinths of dirty dreams to the castle of torture
Rolling his eyes with a groan, he will take away

Putting a collar on a slave, whip it with a whip,
The heel hits the stomach, the pain gets worse
Will leave the wires a bruise
Violence rattles, body on fire.

And do not endure the torture of the Lady,
Hope sob will crush the heels
Scar barcode marked slave flesh
But he still cannot know the juice of death.

Bloody path of pleasures Devil
The temple rises, destroying destinies, to Olympus
Her slaves will not get out of the dungeon,
And their attempts to find death are in vain.