A poison running through their hearts.
Has come a night to crave desire.
Intoxication makes you warmer to debauch.
The lust in your wings now,
Has come a point to crave desire.
My heart is all for open,
Our love in sin, our bitter joy.
Three of our hearts now tangled,
All these wounds are hard to close,
For bitter joy. For bitter joy.
My heart is all for open,
Our love in sin, our bitter joy.
Three of our hearts now tangled,
All these wounds are hard to close,
For bitter joy. For bitter joy.
Our love in sin, our bitter joy.
Three of our hearts now tangled,
All these wounds are hard to close,
For bitter joy. For bitter joy.
For bitter joy. For bitter joy.