BE A HORSE. MEN HAVE SMALL THOUGHTS. I NEED A TAIL. GIVE ME A TAIL. TELL ME A TALE OF THE CHILDREN THAT STOOD IN THE WAY OF THE ENDLESS WINTER OF THE WHITE WITCH
to be a horse Men have small thoughts I need a tail, give me a tail Tell me a tale of the children That stood in the way Of the endless winter, of the white witch
, a kiss for the kill Bury me deep between death and the thrill Your name is desire, loins of fire The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar Break down my
This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely
Land of suffering beneath a rotting sky Witches are burning, black flags fly Smoldering pyre of evil empire Infernal darkness, host of mankind Enemies
will, a kiss for the kill Bury me deep between death and the thrill Your name is desire, loins of fire The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar Break
This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors
will, a kiss for the kill Bury me deep between death and the thrill Your name is desire, loins of fire The lust incarnate, an angel, a liar Break down
: This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors
