Übersetzung: Ancient Drive. Schwarz Orgien.
Übersetzung: Ancient Drive. Diese Barba Kräuter Wo? (100 Pesos).
Deep was sin in unconsiousness Betrothed with passion and love Shall I indulge my desires? Taste of fear, lust for blood Devour her to me arms tight
Where the moonlight disturbs I could see in dusk My footsteps marked on the floor Covered by dust It glows in shades of blue In the beams of full moon
Romance deep within Whispering sweet miseries The blood and sweat on the sheets As I taste it on my lips Whores, shaped like angels Nymphs, with shiny
Flickering of black candles On our mourning path Dark caresses on your skin As you die in my arms Die in my arms Drink my grieving lust Desire my blood
[The seducement:] Thought I was so near that beauty That I sensed her perfume and fear She dresseth in a scarlet dress, flaming as the Wind blows Her
Sad eyes of emptiness Wither, all beauty gone Your bleeding heart in agony Love eternal seems forever a misery Let me feel all your pain We?ll suffer
Blood, pleasures of flesh She dressed herself in black A hatred in her heart Her cold brown eyes won?t hide Her darkest sins Burning lust between Her
Take me into your bosom And swallow me in a mouth with tongue of thorns Seduceme into the strange philosophy The ancientwisdom of the dark Dress me
In a garden of the caskets Among the mourners In ravens' nests With the wolves, the devils howler's Behind the masquerade A devils daughter Death embraces
See a body and the dream of the dead days Following lost and blind Living, far from here Tomorrow is hard to find And it seems like twenty-five years
: [HEAVEN SHALL BURN] Once risen from the dark centuries With inflamed hearts and noble minds Now driven by a vision of the glowing world And lighted
: five years doing time ten years nothing changes driven apart and blown away ohne Dich wird es Nacht nostalgia all in vain in ancient places I dream
, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient
The blue bus is calling us Driver, where are you taking us? The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery
met the Count of Tuscany A young eccentric man Bred from royal blood Took me for a ride Across the open countryside Get into my car Let's go for drive
ringing an I refuse to take it, Wanna play dead but I'm on the dayshift, Stepping out on to the weekly rota, On the cheap share a seat with Olga, Train driver
