Beautiful yet dangerous
Thermogenic luminous
Like a moth drawn to a flame
I'm the same
All cremated equally
As a spark still I knew
I'll be lured be consumed
She a pyre incarnate incinerate
An inferno turned to flesh
You are the first will be my last
Will be my final words
Said she (ah) pyretta blaze
Say the words I long to hear
Pinch bite kiss suck lick and sear
In a pyromantic way I'm her slave
Living for her to ignite
You are the first will be my last
Will be my final words
Said she (ah) pyretta blaze
"Пламя погребального костра"
Красота, все же опасная, термогенная, светящаяся
Словно мотылек притянутый пламенем
Меня кремировали точно также
Как вспышка, однако, я знал, что буду соблазнен
Буду использован
Она – погребальный костер, воплощенный, испепеляющий
Ад превратился в плоть
Ты – первый, станешь для меня последним
Станешь моими последними словами
Она сказала, а, пламя погребального костра
Скажи же те слова, которые я страстно желаю услышать
Ущипни, укуси, поцелуй, соси, лижи и прожигай
Как пироманьяк
Я – ее раб, живущий ее страстью
Ты – первый, станешь для меня последним
Станешь моими последними словами
Сказала она, а, пламя погребального костра
Beautiful Yet Dangerous.
Thermogenic Luminous.
Like A Moth Drawn to a Flame
I'm The Same.
All Cremated Equally.
AS A SPARK STILL I KNEW
I'll Be Lured Be Consumed
SHE A PYRE INCARNATE INCINERATE
An Inferno TURNED TO FLESH
You are the first Will Be My Last
Will Be My Final Words
SAID SHE (AH) Pyretta Blaze
Say The Words I Long To Hear
Pinch Bite Kiss Suck Lick and SEAR
IN A PYROMANTIC WAY I'M HER SLAVE
Living for her to ignite
You are the first Will Be My Last
Will Be My Final Words
SAID SHE (AH) Pyretta Blaze
"Flame of the funeral fire"
Beauty, still dangerous, thermogenic, luminous
Like a moth attracted by a flame
I was cremated exactly
As an outbreak, however, I knew I would be seduced
I will be used
She is a funeral bonfire, embodied, crewing
Blood pressure turned into flesh
You are the first, you will become the last
Will be my last words
She said, a, the flame of the funeral fire
Tell me those words that I passionately want to hear
Spyage, bite, kiss, suck, licking and burning
Like pyromaniac
I am her slave living by her passion
You are the first, you will become the last
Will be my last words
She said, and, the flame of the funeral fire
