Текст (слова) песни: The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) - Eyes of an Angel
i take this gun out of mouth and point it right at you licking warm blood - off of soft lips caressing the cold - stiffened idea of love inhaling her beauty - her encompassing scent soft rain - drowns out the light lightly pressing - lustful fingertips upon her lips ice cold lips - that seem to whisper back sweetened songs of seduction - stop shallow pools of paling blue reside in her eyes slowly fading, being washed away by warm tears so slow, so quiet wash away the dried blood on her lips wash away the memories of his cold embrace
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