The Devils weds a widow Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Then upon a widow's bed On a used woman's pillow Sweeter
в моих глазах, Не оставайся прежним, затеряйся, ты так, так необуздан.. (Предатель!) ночь твоего отмщенья, да, всегда для меня, Всегда в этот момент, однажды ты узнаешь, вдова
Finding solace Finding solace somewhere Seeking comfort Seeking comfort somewhere Over and over Over she calls Over and over Over she falls The black
Du gar omkring som en dreglande zombie Rent av forhaxad, bedrovligt att se Det fanns en tid, da du verkade forstandig Stand-ig ar allt som finns kvar
продрог Пока вдову в сарае Наконец не подстерёг Он сбил соседку с ног На сено поволк С коварным смехом В самый тёмный уголок И ничего вдова Поделать
Dead man were you ever alive or was I just a seed Buried deep inside some woman you wed? Right before you crawled out of her bed And crept down the hall
Time is red Time is deadly Time under glass Time will tell The tale of the widow Who walks her web Mourning the night Mourning the dead Did you lose
He was a sailor, a sailor at sea and a sailor of love And he thought he could save her Save her from innocence up and above 'cause he never knew Freedom
In her eyes you're the night's desire You're the one on her lips She'll drink your love in the shadow of blood It's a deadly, deadly kiss You're just
Kiss me sweet lover And linger long in ecstasy. Mingle our fluids, Flirt let me flame thee. Come into my parlour, Come sit but a droplet Of my secret
These words he speaks are true We're all humanary stew If we don't pledge allegiance to The Black Widow The horror that he brings The horror of his sting
Weeping widow, don't you cry Dressed in black, I don't know why All the time that you've been waiting You should feel like celebrating You'll make you
Can you touch it? Can you hold it? Can you love it? Can you scold it? Can you use it? Can you taste it? Can you screw it? Can you waste it? Yeah Criteria
Fatherless and the widow Stricken down by the hand of death Grasping for security Anticipation of the imminent next Of the imminent next The fatherless
We were both standing in your mother's living room Sweating up a storm in that terrible month of June And the sweat rolled down your cheek and into your
You will wait in the widows peak And while you watch the ships come in I will take the early train And I will take the back streets Down to New Orleans
big time, bright lights the world is looking for someone to show them the daylight but it's not me i am not the one for simple love look to the Son spotlight