Shout & bites

The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and lough

Underneath the clock of the sunken moon, there is the sweet
smell of blood
The wabering mayflies stand stil, as is they're petrified

Who is this god of death, who handed those people
the pretty medicine they wished for?

I'll shout the curse of destruction

Shout & Bites
So pretty that it's dirty
Shout & Bites
To the op of the pale collarbones

The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
The entwined roses' poison soaks in Ah... I can't sleep

Shout & Bites
So pretty that it's dirty
Shout & Bites
To the top of the pale collarbones

The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
The entwined roses' poison soaks in Ah... I can't sleep
The entwined roses'

The entwined roses' thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
The entwined roses' poison soaks in Ah... I can't sleep