Beneath Desire کے بول

Pull me under Be with the pleasure Pull me under Beneath desire Pull me under Be with the pleasure Pull me under Beneath desire Stars of serpents blinding open eyes Thought provoked by a distance gaze The violated womb shall bare a life A life to only fight and die Only fight and die Corpse of vega is rotting forever Yet for her it seems that time stops Haunted always by a ghost of the past In the blacken depths of the sky Pull me under Be with the pleasure Pull me under Beneath desire Pull me under Be with the pleasure Pull me under Beneath desire Old The ways of the sure Dead The ways that are told Old The ways of the sure Dead The ways that are told