Call me when the fire,
From the preacher's burning.
Guilt's in your
Silence is broken.
Empty words are licking,
The layers of sin,
From our
(Instrumental)
Once long ago I was young and naive
I dared to
We're more than friends
We are like lovers
Two souls in one
Forever
One more night,
One more before I shall whither and die.
Grant
When the darkness has grown strong,
And the night it feels
Resistance of irony,
In the way, don't stop.
Lack of sin for
My lady of pain,
Always come without a warning.
And tear a
Share a tale with me,
Our days that would come,
And all
I did not hear the warning,
I did not see
