Текст песни Twist - A7ie

Poor little thing
What about your dreams?
Below the gallows tree
What do you feel?

Frail livid skin
Please slack the noose
Come with me, down with me
Twist with me, die with me

With the angels and the demons of hate
Amongst chimeraes and reality
Succubus will savour their feast
Forsaken harvest of all your sins