كلمات The Final Hour

We meet just past sundown Hands clenched, tempers flared Two frail figures doused in hatred An intimately vile affair The sound growing louder The beating won't abate Now lies our initiation These bones break like matchsticks And then we all fall down Rolling, scratching in the dirt This encounter is so perfect A sudden rush begins our siege Your eyes fill with a seductive rage For one quick flash I feel you stroke me Then the pain is re-engaged You throw me up against the wall For one quick flash I feel you want me And then everything goes black These bones break like matchsticks And then we all fall down Writhing, fighting in the dirt This encounter is so perfect Your lips caress my neck For one quick flash I feel you hate me Your nails dug in my skin But your hate is what intoxicates me As I gain redemption Your hate turns to fear One final blow concludes our act I leave you there with one last kiss