Paroles de The Taste of Sin

Face to face Laden with her dew I want you to know me The scent of filth is Soaking wet The wisdom is of angels Draped in savage wounds Left raw to my touch No other touch to make me come Kiss me like children Lay down entwine my limbs Inside smear yourself And taste my sin I will be your god Soothe my bleeding wounds Thirst on my crimson cuts Feel the warmth of my poison