الكلمات الأصلية
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I crawl against the wind
The chafe, the freeze, brethren
Housed in holy grim
For there’s hunting in this wind
For their eyes were watching wrong
They drank a cup of poison’s song
Heresy
Bloodletting, in her I believe
For they don’t own your skin
I see Eros in the wind
Housed in prurient grins
For they hurt, they kill, they win
You surrender all your arms
To become somebody’s charm
Cruelty
Bloodshedding, in her I still believe
