to be a horse Men have small thoughts I need a tail, give me a tail Tell me a tale of the children That stood in the way Of the endless winter, of the white witch
BE A HORSE. MEN HAVE SMALL THOUGHTS. I NEED A TAIL. GIVE ME A TAIL. TELL ME A TALE OF THE CHILDREN THAT STOOD IN THE WAY OF THE ENDLESS WINTER OF THE WHITE WITCH
This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely
Land of suffering beneath a rotting sky Witches are burning, black flags fly Smoldering pyre of evil empire Infernal darkness, host of mankind Enemies
will, a kiss for the kill Bury me deep between death and the thrill Your name is desire, loins of fire The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar Break
This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors
will, a kiss for the kill Bury me deep between death and the thrill Your name is desire, loins of fire The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar Break down
: This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors
, a kiss for the kill Bury me deep between death and the thrill Your name is desire, loins of fire The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar Break down my
