Texty:
Eternal Tears Of Sorrow A Virgin And A Whore

It's flowing free It has a grip on me A grip on you eternally Dark dreams of the past are calling With agonies They are haunting me Haunting you eternally, eternally

feel forever desire Cleanse yourself of your sins I can feel your sinful thoughts Your looks stain my soul You are the virgin, you are the whore Who

hate Gold turns into iron Into blade of tyrant's fate To the sign of the raven I connect my soul and mind I'm a man with a vision That is not tied to

of pain and seen the smile of death I've wandered in the shadows of my fears The feathers of a white dove were stained by darkened tears The final

may end up six-feet-under Anywhere and anytime It's a one-way-street with a thousand lanes And a million ways to die A Thompson sub-machine gun made my day Sick, dirty and