Текст песни Decorator - ФЕЯ

I sleep my little that he dreams?
No, not a fairy tale he had heard from his mother
In the morning, on his eyelashes
Waning lights pentagram

He descends into the realm of Morpheus
Where colors are converted into sounds
There he sees in dreams fairy
The moccasins leather viper

She has a hungry beast glance
Two fluffy bunny paws
And colorful peacock feathers
Between the fields of straw hats

Some of the members of its refractory
Some of the properties of malleable as clay
Necklace choker she serves
A perfume - formalin solution

For some, it is a skin yes bones
For others, she is a woman in the body
But one thing all the stories are similar
Kiss the lady deadly

And you each look, all itching to do
But zavertyatsya black saws
And your happy day will turn
Chilling friction grave

I sleep my little that he dreams?
No, not a fairy tale he had heard from his mother
In the morning, his eyes sparkle
Carnivore pentagram pattern