If you could only see the beast you've made of me,
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free,
Screaming in the dark I howl when we're apart,
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
My fingers claw your skin try to tear my way in,
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl,
My fingers claw your skin try to tear my way in,
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Howl howl
Howl howl
Now there's no holding back I'm making to attack,
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can't help me now the ropes have been unbound,
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
Like some child possessed the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness
And howl howl
Howl howl
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers,
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters,
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
The fabric of your flesh pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest,
The saints can't help me now the ropes have been unbound,
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
And howl
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers,
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters,
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
If you could only see the beast you've made of me,
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free,
The saints can't help me now the ropes have been unbound,
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
Если бы ты только мог увидеть зверя, в которого ты меня превратил,
Я держу его в себе, но сейчас это выглядит так, будто ты выпустил его на свободу,
Кричу в темноте, я вою, когда мы порознь,
Тянусь зубами к твоей груди, чтобы испробовать твое бьющееся сердце.
Мои пальцы царапают твою кожу, пытаясь забраться внутрь,
Ты словно луна посреди ночи, на которую я должна выть,
Мои пальцы царапают твою кожу, пытаясь забраться внутрь,
Ты словно луна в ночи, на которую я должна
Выть, выть,
Выть, выть...
Теперь нет пути к отступлению, я готовлюсь к атаке,
Моя кровь поет твоим голосом, я хочу ее разлить,
Святые уже не могут мне помочь, веревки развязаны,
Мои ноги истекают кровью, я охочусь за тобой по священной земле
Словно ребенок, одержима зверем, воющим в моих венах,
Я хочу найти тебя, вырвать из тебя всю нежность.
И вою, вою,
Вою, вою...
Опасайся проклятья, которое постигает молодых влюбленных,
Начинается так приятно и сладко и превращает их в охотников,
Охотников, охотников, охотников,
Охотников, охотников, охотников...
Твоя плоть чиста, как подвенечное платье,
Пока я не окажусь в твоих руках, нет мне покоя,
Святые уже не могут мне помочь, веревки развязаны,
Мои ноги истекают кровью, я охочусь за тобой по священной земле.
И вою...
Опасайся проклятья, которое постигает молодых влюбленных,
Начинается так приятно и сладко и превращает их в охотников,
Человек, чистый сердцем и читающий молитвы перед сном,
Тем не менее может стать волком при яркой осенней луне.
Если бы ты только мог увидеть зверя, в которого ты меня превратил,
Я держу его в себе, но сейчас это выглядит так, будто ты выпустил его на свободу,
Святые уже не могут мне помочь, веревки развязаны,
Мои ноги истекают кровью, я охочусь за тобой по священной земле. If you could only see the beast you've made of me,
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free,
Screaming in the dark I howl when we're apart,
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
My fingers claw your skin try to tear my way in,
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl,
My fingers claw your skin try to tear my way in,
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Howl howl
Howl howl
Now there's no holding back I'm making to attack,
My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
The saints can not help me now the ropes have been unbound,
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
Like some child possessed the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness
And howl howl
Howl howl
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers,
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters,
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
The fabric of your flesh pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I can not rest,
The saints can not help me now the ropes have been unbound,
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
And howl
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers,
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters,
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
If you could only see the beast you've made of me,
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free,
The saints can not help me now the ropes have been unbound,
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
If you could only see the beast in which you turned me,
I keep it in itself, but now it looks as if you released him,
Cry in the dark, I howl when we are apart,
Reaching teeth to your chest to try your beating heart.
My fingers scratching your skin, trying to get inside,
You are like the moon in the middle of the night, which I must howl
My fingers scratching your skin, trying to get inside,
You're like a moon in the night, which I should
Howl, howl,
Howl, howl ...
Now there is no way to escape, I'm getting ready to attack,
My blood is singing with your voice, I want her to pour,
The Saints are no longer able to help me, untied the rope,
My feet are bleeding, I hunt for you on sacred ground
Like a child, obsessed with the beast, howling in my veins,
I want to find you, you tear out all the tenderness.
And howl, howl,
Howl, howl ...
Beware the curse that befalls young lovers
Begins so nice and sweet and turns them into hunters,
Hunters, hunters, hunters,
Hunters, hunters, hunters ...
Your flesh as pure as a wedding dress,
While I do not find myself in your hands, I have no rest,
The Saints are no longer able to help me, untied the rope,
My feet are bleeding, I hunt for you on sacred ground.
And howl ...
Beware the curse that befalls young lovers
Begins so nice and sweet and turns them into hunters,
Man, pure in heart and prayer before going to bed,
However, it may become a wolf when the bright autumn moon.
If you could only see the beast in which you turned me,
I keep it in itself, but now it looks as if you released him,
The Saints are no longer able to help me, untied the rope,
My feet are bleeding, I hunt for you on sacred ground. | |
