گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
They light black candles
A chant begins
Inside her coffin
She spreads her wings
Her wicked caresses
And obscene kisses
Her serpent body writhes
Dead eyes now open wide
My senses numbed by vices
Submerging in her darkness
Her icy touch enslaves my soul
I need her evil but she’s so cold
Your cold, so evil
I’m lost, I need you
