Так глупо бояться счастья только потому, что оно неотъемлимо от боли (с)
I sold my soul and now I’m free.
You’re turning round just to see,
That round you, but I can feel
It without this. And I don’t need
To cry or breath, because I’m dead.
The night’s so long. You have to trust,
When I’m doing that I must.
Look at my eyes don’t strain your neck.
I want your blood I’m coming mad,
I’m beating you. And now you’re dead.
A pale moon going down the skies,
It is reflected in your eyes.
We’re looking for a sacrifice:
- Beyond the door. – She’s not so bad!
And we will kiss her to make dead.
