Madraykin 歌词

Let not your hold be so tight She'll return in the morning if you give her the night Let not your hold be so tight She'll return in the morning if you give her the night Madraykin Is she suffering? Is she suffering? Madraykin Is she suffering? Is she suffering? Revealing her birthmark, you cast out her eyes Clipped are the wings of the angel's sighs Revealing her birthmark, you put out her tongue Clipped are the wings of the fairies who run Madraykin Is she suffering? Is she suffering? Madraykin Is she suffering? Is she suffering? How deep does she weep in your well of upkeep? The kiss of Madraykin will keep you from sleep Keep you from sleep, keep you from sleep Keep you from sleep, keep you from sleep