歌词
Irritation, hollowness
An impact in my lack
Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world
Your beauty creates a whirlwind in my dead chest
Your presence wakens creatures in the churchyard
Your kindness aching softly in my torn heart
Like a witches spell you control me
Exposed to all my occult inclinations
Your thoughts are echoing my own ones
Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world
A marvel in this dark world
A marvel in this dark world
Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world
Your beauty creates a whirlwind in my dead chest
Your presence wakens creatures in the churchyard
Your kindness aching softly in my torn heart
Like a witches spell you control me
Exposed to all my occult inclinations
Your thoughts are echoing my own ones
Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world