Eiffel کے بول

And your holy ruin Heavened and hallowed in breast and bough Would be pressed on ladder rungs I’ll be caught less spineless if I surrender So I’m caught in the golden gone Castrated Bold of relation Separate me If I surrender too soon From under the diving bell Hold me down there anyway If I surrender too soon From under the diving bell Hold me down there anyway Your hadal lune Locked up in eighteenth stairs Disintegrates in prayer How long could this last? How long must this last? So I’m caught in the golden gone Castrated Bold of relation Separate me If I surrender too soon From under the diving bell Hold me down there anyway If I surrender too soon From under the diving bell Hold me down there anyway