Lletres:
Moonspell Sin Pecado

that was and the storm which has to come We've learnt to learn everywhere and the very own nature has taught us to wait difference does sound like sin

they insist...

Crawl me into your second skin and teach me everything Second skin Through your eyes a voyeur Through your veils of a visionaire talk to me about those

For that viper that grows inside your head she remains there waiting to be fed self made parasite speculating about the end I ask you Can you forgive

Approach and try to live me backwards then without looking behind surviving is somewhat confusing although I never mind if only silence could ever talk

Put your arms around my neck just like a pathetic lace of death displays like a tarot deck I am the card of the hanged man and here I stand with a flame