Текст песни Him - Behind the Crimson Door
Him - Behind the Crimson Door слова песни
Текст песни Him - Behind the Crimson Door
Covered the carcass of time with flowersTo send the scent of blame to the graveSet the darkest thoughts on fireAnd watched the ashes climb to heaven's gatesWe hide behind the crimson doorWhile the summer is killed by the fallAlive behind the crimson doorWhile the winter sings:"your love will be the death of me"( )Death served wine for loversBrought from the world where devils reignAnd intoxicated angels with sorrowThey witnessed in the eyes of their slavesWe hide behind the crimson doorWhile the summer is killed by the fallAlive behind the crimson doorWhile the winter sings:"your love will be the death of me"