My love blasts your veins.
Strong wind flies for back.
Will end accursed dream of rains.
and whole world will become black.
You never leave my dreams
And nothing not to hear gueen.
When I will aloud scream
And nobody will not value our win.
You will ask "What it is?" - This is our fight.
Your eye for your soul is a blind.
It will transform day in night,
but it won't change your mind.
My soul become a poison inside
It's very bed for me,- I'll cry.
I am will hope into your night
Your words are been our true.
I like you, men, inside my soul.
What you know about me?
I knock and scream and die and call,
but I so need free...
inside
© Copyright: Крещеная Сатана, 2011
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