الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
There's the figure so ornate
Hiding with a sunken smile
There's a flagrant reprobate
Dripping with honey vile
No more to create
But plenty to sedate
Forget all immanence
Embrace the iniquitous
Behind the windows
Hide coagulated red
That no more flows
And can't be fed
That no more flows
And can't be fed
