red lips of her, her mouth They call to me Her mind is mine, her flesh my kind Warm, soft, smooth, mine I lack for naught Her, her mind welcomes my
find The red lips of her mouth - they call to me Her mind is mine Her flesh my kind Warm, soft, smooth, mine! I lack for nought Her mind welcomes my
Traduction: My Dying Bride. L'amour Detruit.
