Текст песни Nocticula - Распутницы креста

Waiting damp walls footfall in their womb
Burns nuns lust for incubi in sinful dreams
On the night praying to the cross arm stretches
And the cross becomes a weapon of mortal sin
In the cells secrete those moaning whore Cross
In blood biting her lip see heaven and heaven
They forgot about the rest that are dreamed to find
All that they need at this hour is a man in the flesh, ...
In the ecstasy of dancing lightning
Their bodies izovyutsya snake
And complain of their sanctuary
The morning will be washed in water ...

Mother Abbess black virgin
Litter chaste love
Tearing apart the dogma of anger
Wants lust for no lime ...
Hiding hypocrisy own illusions
In his own bed, filled with fear
She is afraid to knock the heart and nocturnal pollutions
And at every rustle crowned with the darkness ...

Deaf bells bell ringer drink blood
Dissolve the bell tower alms
Over the stone walls of the Monastery of the sinful
Where land groan under the temple in hopes of getting cold ...
                   ... Poison themselves with domes wash off ...
Candles tired of looking at corruption
Under the arches of the church tremble image
Not falter hand doeth sin again and again
Blessed army of wanton cross ..!

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