Lyrics Sacred - Danse Macabre
Perversity,
lust,
decadence
Mankind's
prior
frustration
My
mind
hardly
can
comprehend
Mating
the
sole
destination
This
decline
of
romanticism
I
do
regret
indeed
Replaced
by
forms
of
fetishism
It
makes
my
heart
bleed
Born
in
a
wrong
century
A
label
that
I
gladly
wear
For
there
should
be
room
for
mystery
And
to
touch
a
soulmate's
hair
Eroticism
a
fine
form
of
art
But
why
share
it
with
the
world
For
I
care
for
matters
of
the
heart
In
this
21st
century
world
This
decline
of
romanticism
I
do
regret
indeed
Replaced
by
forms
of
fetishism
It
makes
my
heart
bleed
Born
in
a
wrong
century
A
label
that
I
gladly
wear
For
there
should
be
room
for
mystery
And
to
touch
a
soulmate's
hair
And
to
touch
a
soulmate's
hair
And
to
touch
a
soulmate's
hair
1 Sacred
2 Trojan Horse
3 Danse Macabre
4 Oblivion
5 Burning Hills
6 Orchid
7 Grief
8 South of Eden
9 Cypress Tree
10 Thick as Thieves
11 Bed of Roses
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