Love
Outubro 28, 2016
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
Love, my dearest love
Both you and I know
We know the sad and melancholic truth
If it were real you and I
We wouldn't have all of these insane thoughts
Now our bed seems to be on fire
It's all smoke and fume around us
It's useless to try an escape
It's too late to try saving us
I've hurt you, I've killed something inside you
And you've taken revenge on me
Oh now it's too late