Salome 歌词

In the cold, coldest of nights The fire I light, to warm my bones I've had enough, of the dreadful cold And from the flames, appears salome I stand before her amazed As she dances and demands The head of john the baptist on a plate In the morning, shaken and disturbed From under soft white fur I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive And by the telly appears salome I stand before her amazed As she dances and demands The head of isidora duncan on a plate Oh, it's salome Oh, it's salome In the cold, coldest of nights The fire I light, to warm my bones I've had enough, of the dreadful cold And from the flames appears salome I stand before her amazed As she dances and demands The head of any bastard on a plate