C17-H19-N03-H20 - Enslavement of Beauty

Already wounded I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight petite and illegal a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunt

作曲: Myrholt, Tunheim The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dr

作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife,

Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I'd make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It'll turn out less painful if I don't care Sweetest d

I am mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o' the wisp of devilish fashion the glamorous aura of adventure All the kiss