And you know that it drowns,
I see you trough but you're running.
You won't give your soul to the devil but you know that you can.
Your every finger burns like salt in the wounds.
Delicious in black when you're falling yet you know that it's true.
Shade of moon lighten in you.
You can't give your soul to the devil but you know that you will.
Your every finger burns like salt in the wounds.
Your every word cuts deeper inside my skin.
The cruelty is ice and the pain starts from fire,
Love is the guest in the house of a death,