Among The Trees 歌词

Among The Trees Your eyes get pale and grow, before mine meanwhile, our souls flow and biting our bodies, you run, between fear and pleasure Then you sail ...drowning in memories that in convulsions you stop...oh Lord! and you can't so you're afraid...ECSTASY! And who but me? to know, if the poison that stains your skin is the same one that takes my soul to the biggest pleasure And who but you? to search, for it among your mental woods, THE SIGN, of the screams that shake your gaze and, you pray and ask for more YEAH! Oh Lord...ooh Satan... Let me, when I die, be no more than a whisper from the wind among the trees