Black Murder - Those Black Desires That Torment My Soul [Compilation '95] | Текст песни

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Craving for murders, tortures and blood
You seem not want to be discharged
In vain formerly I tried to strive against you
And now I can't satisfy you
Whom of the humans shall have the right
To understand my sufferings?
In my most insane dreams
Only you, Gwendolyne, remains pure...
You beard me. Little girl...
You make sport of me...
I'd like so much to catch you
And that day...
Craving for murders, tortures and blood
You seem not want to be discharged
Those black desires that torment my soul...

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