Из альбома: Lammendam
Hatred's occultation
Causing harm upon their relation
No amour tomorrow
When love shall be consumed by sorrow, sorrow!
In olden days these kind of acts were a shameful disgrace
Maybe the price of jealousy and hate sealed her malicious fate
One night the village was awakened by agonizing screams
Her castle burned like the sceneries in Hell
She suffered like a pig
Oh god, I love this tale to tell!
Whorish desire sentenced with the punishment of fire
Repulsive temptress in white prepare to die
And kiss thy pale, warm skin goodbye
H