Empty Shrine کے بول

Moonshine, sleeping with animals Empty Shrine, no one but self to trust Death bed, shrouded with flowers dry All alike, bitches, whores and Satan No secret promises, invited in to rot Die at will, faith in the one is lost Death bed, shrouded with flowers dry Help me, the voice of the whore she cries Blood fills the pool Kill her when she moves Bloodshed red Fuck her when she's dead Cry, Dressed in silver and diamonds and pearls Lamentation But cry, Cry alone when you cry Dying whores and animals No one but self to trust Shrouded with flowers dry Help me, the whore she cries