Текст песни OFFSPRING, THE - Demons (a Mexican Fiesta)
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Текст песни OFFSPRING, THE - Demons (a Mexican Fiesta)
Clouds pass over the moonLike an eye that shows impending doomTension in this misty airSouls pass into the roomDrawn in by a lost memoryYou will join them in the moonlight( )You are my offeringYour soul transcendsThe centuries of painYour misery in lifeIs your ecstasy in deathTime passes like the windAs we race to beat days dusky grinMornings just a moment awayYour body glistens in candlelightAs we all look on in fiendish delightThe ritual is just beginningCome fulfill the prophecyWith our demons of debaucheryAs virgins and spectress singThis madness will never ceaseIn the dead of nightYou will followIn the footsteps of many othersWho have come beforeI will show you the altarYour aztec eyes, egyptian hairYour beauty bestoved upon my lairI've loved you before, in other livesBut youve never ment as much to meNever meant as much to me as nowIn this night of sacraficewhere blood is spiltThat will never spill again