7 acessos
My voice is tearing walls with a sigh,
She's coming back again - a stained knife.
Her seeds of fire are screaming:
"unleash your blood - your legs will follow thee"
"know yourself"
my tongue has gathered all of my hate:
I've scorned the stars, the clouds, as a true soul'd man.
in truth, we lie more; tenderly
it's the bitter hug of a mortal mouth
so scorn the stars, the clouds, as true soul'd men
Her seeds of fire are screaming:
"unleash your blood - your legs will follow thee"
"know yourself"
come close, "I know your eyes man" … sliding down
come closer !I know your lies man!
coming down, coming - your river will blind with thirst
…ever the clouds
"know yourself"