The love of evil I have no happiness to sing your song You mocking merle who always waits for me Placed on the windowsill of the Dungeon Your too dark eyes following my every move Your cruel master has brought you his Messenger Who transmitted his orders in a chant I can only obey him as long as I would love it I cannot betray me I could never. I feel no fear to pay for my mistakes Ive committed a loving you this is my misfortune Which led me to the great keep of the Château dif, But I recognize my fault: I so naive mind. I could listen to my father, marrying the old pervert But I was full of sweet dreams and well too. I followed the young and beautiful Marquis of Barbarossa But I would regret it one of these days, of course. If I have the evil of love for the one who has the love of evil I you would not present a single cry, I swallows. I wouldnt give you no MAS tears Rather die than to you, lower the arms. The one moment where you disarms me it is in our bed Where the pleasure of love fold me, and buried me. But one day I swear Id be my dear freedom That day, I would cease to love you, I could leave you.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 17:08:30 +0000