the sun in drapes Inwove with death's head wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering as still I burn for her return I would
wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn For Her return
Traduction: Cradle Of Filth. Dieu merci, pour les souffrances.
to wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn For Her return
