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Seventh Gate Alemanha - Eyes Of An Angel Lyrics

I take this gun out of mouth and point it right at you
Licking warm blood
Off of soft lips
Caressing the cold
Stiffened idea of love
Inhaling her beauty
Her encompassing scent
Soft rain
Drowns out the light
Lightly pressing
Lustful fingertips
Upon her lips
Ice cold lips
That seem to whisper back
Sweetened songs of seduction
Stop
Shallow pools of paling blue reside in her eyes
Slowly fading, being washed away by warm tears
So slow, so quiet
Wash away the dried blood on her lips
Wash away the memories of his cold embrace