Black Sunday
Mephistofeles
6:40Dear love you know that my heart Still is cursed into eternity Your flesh and bones turn me on And still it haunts me into my dreams A Knife that cuts through my throat Bewitching all my misery This nightmare grows in my soul It's like a drug that's poisoning me... yeah The night has called for a corpse The moonlight starts to creep on me My eyes just glow in the dark While I take your hand in agony Young drops of blood flowing down your skin The smell takes me to your lips And we'll make love, wicked love At midnight when you turn into a witch... yeah