Paroles:
Octobre Rouge

Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled

Traduction: Cradle Of Filth. Treize Automnes et une veuve [Octobre Rouge Mix].

: Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stocking are hung but who cares preserved for those no longer there six feet beneath

Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stocking are hung but who cares preserved for those no longer there six feet beneath