Savatage - Necrophilia | Текст песни

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Last time she touched me
I set a course for L.A.
Midnight flight
Now she tried to tell me
That she comes from the grave
Such a sight

Stay away
Your hands are cold
Frigid lips
Evil soul

Yeah, she's a deceiver
Disbeliever
In conceiver
Necrophilia

Black candles burning on her altar of ice
She's no fight
Heavy metal maiden
On her way through the night air

Stay away
Your hands are cold
Cadaver eyes
Wicked soul, yeah

Yeah, she's a deceiver
Disbeliever
In conceiver
Necrophilia