Из альбома: The Brothel
Angels are lost in the sooted fog
Of a million falling dots on a disc of mud
All the closets forgotten
All the lakes are frozen
Well, if internal winter
If internal snow
I'll have a Turkish Delight
I've got the freeze
They offer me holy wine
It gets me through the night
The moon lingers on and shines down
Upon the shroud that covers both the living and the dead
Of a forgotten empire
Better kneel, better kneel down
Before the lady
Shadowing the sun
And if eternal winter
If eternal snow
I'll have a Turkish Delight
I've got the freeze
They offer me holy wine
It's get me through the night
Everybody's hungry for more and more and more
Even though they know that Maugrim is at the door
Everybody thought they could make it on their own
But I've seen them turn into stone
Everybody thought they could make it on their own
But I've seen them turn into stone