I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black hankerchief? I miss your sad Virgina whisper, I miss the voice that called my heart Sweet
I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief? I miss your sad Virginia whisper, I miss the voice that called my heart Sweet
autumn creeps in again. red sky at night, devil's delight. i see your face, it's haunting me. promises withered like spring gone by. i think about
' but I take my time A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the Devil,
[Music + lyrics: M. Weikath] Make the people hold each other's hands and fill their hearts with truth you made up your mind so do as divined Put on
runnin' but I take my time A friend of the devil is a friend of mine If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep tonight Ran into the devil
side romance But I'd gladly pay the price For just half a chance It's wishful thinkin' For just, oh, tonight Let me pretend, baby I'm your heart's delight
In a slow silent walk I hear tha Violent talk I hear them talk half Asleep as they stalk what the man Is in this moon I'm punctual Like a star I've harbored
you, 'tis the truth to you I'll mention. cho: Now I think meself in luck To be fed upon Indian buck In old Ireland, the country I delight in; And with the devil
shall destroy everything, or not... I shalt throw it to vultures to devour, let them feast! Devils tongue is the tongue of the night Whenever thou delight
enjoy sin. Delight yourself in the Devil and He will give you the desires of your heart. I desire to do your will, O lord Satan; your law is within my heart
has fallen in paradise Love is lost in memories all beauty and all light have vanished from the garden of delight The devil and his gift the heart he
head Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying So delighted with a new understanding Something about a little evil that makes that Unmistakable noise I was hearing
chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Would be tidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near suicides cross their hearts
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death
Weak midnight promised of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took
Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would