كلمات Her Words Grow Thin

Quiet and Greedy I i'd devour your WILL This Yearning for you... FROM the Silence i shall Steal... Over My Lustful Shadows Shall I Fly Like a thirsty Raven diving into your Fears.. CHORUS: Be mine...be be mine.. mine Mine... be mine She be standing Sore and sublime on the Verge of your Navel wiping away the tears the sweat on her lips while her words grow THIN.. and whispers to this Velvet Hole The Desire Of Her wounded Skin... CHORUS: Be mine, be Be mine mine Die on me...die on me....