Beneath Desire

pull me under

be with the pleasure

pull me under

beneath desire

pull me under

be with the pleasure

pull me under

beneath desire

stars of serpents blinding open eyes

thought provoked by a distance gaze

the violated womb shall bare a life

a life to only fight and die

only fight and die

corpse of vega is rotting forever

yet for her it seems that time stops

haunted always by a ghost of the past

in the blacken depths of the sky

pull me under

be with the pleasure

pull me under

beneath desire

pull me under

be with the pleasure

pull me under

beneath desire

old

the ways of the sure

dead

the ways that are told

old

the ways of the sure

dead

the ways that are told