Testo di To The Death

Your face is soft like wind My hands want to touch you But my eyes don't find you In this dark place... I look at the moon And I see your cold beauty The stars brightnesss is like your eyes Deep and melancholy Your face is soft like wind My hands want to touch you In this dark place cold like death... Like the sad passion that I feel Watching you leaving To the death I look at the moon And I see your cold beauty The stars brightnesss is like your eyes Like the sad passion that I feel Watching you leaving... To the... Death...