Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt


Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:

Sathonys
Electric Guitar (muted]
Hyperion
Electric Guitar (muted]
Matthias R.
Drums

Текст

ILL OF AN IMAGINARY GUILT Come to my bossom, at night I'd like to tuck you in To show you my devotion I'd live your fright I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice I need to try oury malice - My dark, poetic extasy I'd like to lick you beauty I'd wish to scar your sweetened wounds To reap you rotten fruits Your loving gotta suit me Oh, let me be the one - Who will set you free See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery I wann fell your hungry skin I wanna touch the sacrificed To make you the holy praised Whore ... of my radiant skin I wanna see you sacrificed I wanna be your wet skin To share with you the greatest sin My angelic, capricious whore! I'd like to wish to ruin death and violate ... life Together stay on a heavenly day My dark, sinister angel How sweet it must have been To be your hungry, velvet skin To both rejoice in thrilling dreams I need your loving as I need to be Did we see our other face How it'd ghastly fall from grace Well, I was the dead you played with And you ... the angel I raped Darling, you used to suck dry me creed Spit out my seed ... I used to play and win I adored you struggling, idolized your everything But honey, guess, I've always been ... Loving you ...