
LYRICS:
Black sands turn back, an atomic bomb
Setting fire To my soul
Intoxicating all that’s left of my cold heart
Immersed in mud
She’s pale ghost remodeling the dusk
As if it were a lupanar
The sins so violent and tormenting
This passion is a loaded gun
So, she comes to me
A red assault
And I pray to be real
Lascivious laughter echoes
In the emptiness of my dying flesh
How weak I covulse with wanton fever
Of your pale ghost
The burning addiction fades my life
Through your kiss
The mask of romance has burned
My raw face
The wild love
And i ask for profane mockery
On your lips a deadly feast
Dirty touch, sadistic gasp
My wish to die inside your form
So, she comes to me
A red assault
And I pray to be real
Lascivious laughter echoes
In the emptiness of my dying flesh
How weak I covulse with wanton fever
Of your pale ghost
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