The Dead Souls - Eyes | Текст песни

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A feminine shadow
creeps from above
Fevers degrade you
Curtains of a different color
Your eyes they dictate
the past insecurity
A woman is aging
She'll never find her way

A masculine figure
destroys all reason
With his ancient fires
His arrows they manipulate
His eyes they reek
hiding his desires
Eyes of intentions
Tradition calls his name...

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