and your hair is falling down
Will you surrender to it now?
Because yes only we exist in our symphony
of flesh in our universe of bliss
to the ground like a tethered animal
As it drags you by the hips and it forces
you to this, it is hell but in is bliss
you screams 'when was heaven so obscene?'
It's our playground of exess, it is poetry made
flesh, it's our sumphony of bliss
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- To The Winter
- Scorpio Rising
- Infinite Kiss
- Colour Of The Night
- The More We Possess, The ..
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