Virgin's Curse کے بول

When light is dying At the black grave, Tached by the wings, Carried by the wind When moon is crying, Through the sad sites Dreaming at the virgin Virgin... When angels... And demons On crosses Are falling down... Dreaming at stars And clouds to shiver 'cause bad ghost In hurry sorrounds her. Wresting strips From her white flesh And cryed for her pureness. Wresting strips From her white flesh, Big her eyes Seems to be so pure And empty But still they are Sawing the darkness of life. When moon is crying, Dreaming of the virgin lost Lost into demons and life... "lost into eternity..."