Текст песни Agathodaimon - Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt
Agathodaimon - Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt слова песни
Come to my bossom, at nightI`d like to tuck you inTo show you my devotionI`d live your frightI wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your capriceI need to try your malice - My dark, poetic extasyI`d like to lick your beautyI`d wish to scar your sweetened woundsTo reap your rotten fruitsYour loving gotta suit meOh, let me be the one - Who will you freeSee how love unveils her - Incomparable mysteryI wanna feel your hungry skinI wanna touch the sacrificedTo make you the holy praisedWhore... of my radiant sinI wanna see you sacrificedI wanna be your wet skinTo share with you the greatest sinMy angelic, capricious whore!I`d wish to ruin death and violate... lifeTogether stay on a heavenly dayMy dark, sinister angelHow sweet it must have beenTo be your hungry, velvet skinTo both rejoice in thrilling dreamsI need your loving as I need to beDid we see our other faceHow it`d ghastly fall from graceWell, I was the dead you played withAnd you... the angel I raped"Darling, you used to suck dry me creedSpit out my seed... I used to play and winI adored you struggling, idolized your everythingBut honey, guess, I`ve always been...Loving you...