Might Of Lilith Master And Slave
Red marks on your back
Cold sweat on your skin
Chains holding you tight
Pride is in your face
I tied you up in bitter sweet black harmony
I´m writing thousand dramas in this symphony
You looking good to me an angel with no wings
Helpless sweet like you were dedicated to me
I´m painting pictures in your mind
I´m writing chaos in your dreams
I whisper songs into your ear
Don´t be scared I take off all your fears
And every night the sun goes down, I´ve written a new drama
The symphony has just begun, the curtain falls into the cave…
I´m your master you´re my slave
