Naumachia şarkı sözleri
The dark chevalier awaits the duskTo follow the scent you would maskWith immortal affection his tongue he dipsIn the sanguine little pond that monthly dripsLet your softer lips dew hisWith a mighty bloody kissWhen you lie to rest at nightDon't clog the sanguine flowSummon the immortal knightBefore you give in to dreamHair spread on the pillow, her limbs apartShe wants to give in to ravennish art.The monthly crimson drops let free to flowSet up a sanguine bait He must followSummon the dark duke for the harvest of bloodLet him taste the crimson lips ready to flood.
