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Abyssos - Queen Covered In Black Şarkı Sözleri
Abyssos
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queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere. drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where. a journey into depths of the long lost empire, the landscapes of fhinstha, the world of the vampires. to a time where history has never been written, to a place only accessed by those of our kindred bitten.
you all know the signs, you have all seen them before. in places most secret where evil is adored.
i drank your blood as you tasted mine, the finest aroma of long lay down wine. your soul even darker than it´s ever been before, long enough i´ve waited for the one i always adored...
...come...forever more
i drank your blood as you tasted mine, your lips so sweet, like a shiver down my spine. even colder than my journey through the sea of ice. a seductive breeze, a succubus in a human disguise.
your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago, but now it´s turned to even brighter than december´s frosty snow. your mouth is silent, but your hand points at the castle soon to be mine. you´ll stand proud in thy glory and all that shimmers inside will be thine.
i drank your blood as you passed the line, your filthy claws like razors down my spine. leaving wounds more nasty than lust´s red gash, passionately inflicted in an intemperate, livid flash.
howling - the words of wolves, barking at the fullmoon light evil - the most beautiful things that ever ever been seen at night. blood - sharp teeth, tongues of lust, hunting for the innocent pray, desire - hidden behind sweet scarlet lips...
...eyes too sore to face the light of day.
queen of seduction, ruler of another sphere. drowned in my secret ocean, no-one knows where. a journey into depths of the long lost empire, the landscapes of fhinstha, the world of the vampires. to a time where history has never been written, to a place only accessed by those of our kindred bitten.
your hair was blacker than the feathers of ravens just a moment ago, but now it´s turned to even brighter than december´s frosty snow. your mouth is silent, but your hand points at the castle soon to be mine. you´ll stand proud in thy glory and all that shimmers inside will be thine.
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