My Dying Bride - Le Figlie Della Tempesta lyrics

rate me

Before I go down

Cleave to me

Kiss and drown

Weave your web of lies

Catch the drifters by

The wind brings them in

To your den of sin

Caught by your divine spell

Locked within your wishing well

Ice as eyes lured my soul

Look of lust froze me cold

Many lies holds your body

A true feast for all to see

Men will fall to her song

Women too, won't last long