الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Wake me from a rich brocaded sleep
With a touch so cold it leaves me weak
Draw the curtain, lift the veil
Tell the Gothic fairytale
Of dreams and desire
Bring me flowers of pain and sweet decay
Gifts that may not see the light of day
Flesh on palest flesh will be
A sweet immortal fantasy
A dance into sin
Bathed in blood, the bond that never dies
Damned beyond the reach of mortal lies
Flesh and muscle ripped and torn
From hunankind a beast is born
Ours to release
CHORUS
Give me the Bloodkiss
Give me the hunger and the need
Give me the Bloodkiss
Give me the passion and the greed
Give me the kiss
