Devil Doll - Dies Irae. Part 11 скачать mp3

Among the trees Holding her out my hand "What about a walk?" I avoid the sharp splinters Of her sweet shattered gaze Step by step Into the labyrinths of doubt Every shelter: a trap While distresses I witness The twilight of my heart You spread around drops of light Unaware of the rustle Of invisible syllables: "You will not get out Of eternal peace!" And the virgin blade kisses - Freeing - Your white throat No pain I'm quite sure She feels no pain! The voice Still throbs: "Each man Kills The thing He loves!" (Incubus)