The Tender Lady Of The Fog lyrics

Wrapped in leather and lace She's waiting in the arms of Morpheus To seduce the deads with its infinite charms She's the fetish lady of the trees When she sings All the forest make love with her Now covered only by the fog She's still smile with her tender look Crying on our cold corpses She's the fetish lady of the trees When she sings All the forest make love with her She cry for the rest of our soul In her hand our hearts are so fresh Please sing one more time for us ... She's the fetish lady of the trees When she sings All the forest make love with her