Thursday 10 December 2009 photo 2/3
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Ett skålspund
Holding my breath in the winter cold
I fear it has only just begun
My skin is young but my heart is old
Tales of never ending sun
They made my eyes die my dear
Sink in to my skull
Can you see the fear?
Riding the mares of night are never dull
Hold on to your screams
Shaking with this freezing chuckle
Watching you turning in your dreams
In my hands your throat will buckle
Eyes like fire
Pulse is razing
My hands are driven by desire
Blood stained teeth in grin are blazing
David (c)
Holding my breath in the winter cold
I fear it has only just begun
My skin is young but my heart is old
Tales of never ending sun
They made my eyes die my dear
Sink in to my skull
Can you see the fear?
Riding the mares of night are never dull
Hold on to your screams
Shaking with this freezing chuckle
Watching you turning in your dreams
In my hands your throat will buckle
Eyes like fire
Pulse is razing
My hands are driven by desire
Blood stained teeth in grin are blazing
Annons