Текст (слова) песни: November Doom - Bestow My Desire
My hands are bound, by the sound of a bell A chime I cherish and respect A divine song, played upon my chest And echoing through my soul Not a voice, nor any angel Can bring me to my knees Faster, then the softness of it`s touch Drowning my strength, as it turns into my tears Weakness prevails as I`m swallowed deep into trance Whispering tones, emerge from my bliss They surround my heart in gold To only touch the physical side Would lock me in for eternity
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