Текст песни Thornsectide - Кукла

Take your original sin!
And for someone, we - the freaks ...
Let behind the backs of our - laughter.
Desire, passion - that's the essence of freedom!

Freedom - to be someone else's slave,
Freedom of absolute power.
Through the flour scream - a moan of bliss
This is a new kind of cruel sweets

Chorus:
Pour on the body the blood of candles,
His kisses whip with passion.
His caresses ice chains.
And sharp words lzhevlasti.

Knut knocked out a loud groan,
You wanted so much savored (s) Ia,
Do not wear crowns gentlemen.
But a slave of lust lit (s) Ia.

We pray for the day change overnight
In the midnight hour changing masks
Sin son and daughter of passion -
Agony fierce affection!

Freedom - to be someone else's slave,
Freedom of absolute power.
Through the flour scream - a moan of bliss
This is a new kind of cruel sweets

Chorus.

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