The sky is alive with anticipation Another soul will join them tonight With one fatal kiss of exquisite bliss Your body is left pale in the wake But the vampyre
flight The sky is alive with anticipation Another soul will join them tonight With one fatal kiss of exquisite bliss Your body is left pale in the wake But the vampyre
번역: Sukkubus Inkubus. Vampyres.
The carrion circle the rotten corpse Seasons ago before the summer stench Under the winter stars A lone creature stalks the night Its reflection dancing
Few creatures of the night Have captured our imagination, like vampires What explains our enduring fascination with vampires? What is it about the vampire
Well, did you bring me my money My cab fare, my new shoes? I got expenses, you know Where's my weekly dues? I ain't giving you my fucking money Oh yeah
I?ve seen your eyes as they fix on me, what is he doing? What on earth?s the plan? Has he got one? You better give me some pointers Since you are the
There is this girl that i know, She is like none other girl She's set aside, at least in my mind. She seems to control my world And when she walks into
Vedo cose che voi umani Vedo cose che voi non vedrete mai Come ogni notte In ogni citta Io vi ho seguito Io vi ho spiato E c?ero quella notte Proprio
I was slowly dying in a clinic just outside of L.A. You came and saw me (thank you) that picked me up straight away. You said "Learn to dance, learn to
As I'm lying there Cold comforts blown from nowhere And blue light is on the ground And the coloring is changing Reflecting everything From cold mirrors
Somebody's gonna love you Sombebody oughta lay you out Don't give it away Cause I need you the most When I'm half of what I was When I was in your room
Hissing like serpents, rabid and crazed Nuclear evil, thrives on the brain Army of madness, grown from the dead Creatures of horror, contaminated Beware
Look how you've grown, it's etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless where the spirits
Look how you've grown, it's etched in skin and bone, dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses. That's hollow and tasteless, where spirits make
6 AM Christmas morning No shadows, no reflections here Lying cheek to cheek In your cold embrace So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse You press