كلمات Borgia

Drink the wine, my old wise The conversation ended Even shadows can burn Look the stars, feel the smell Secrets are like stones Never beak, bever break Let the poison go cold Borgia shouting like sirens Echoing in my soul Borgia firing black candles Preparing your fall Satanic pope under the veil A mantic made of sin Threatening us all The purity of the filth Sludge wealth of gold Never talk, never talk Let the poison go cold Borgia shouting like sirens Echoing in my soul Borgia firing black candles Preparing your fall Borgia shouting like sirens Echoing in my soul Borgia firing black candles Preparing your fall