Vārdi: Fright (The). Born To Be Dead. Killing Love.

Hidden tombs long forgotten,
melodies float through hall and corridor,
from hidden places behind the walls an angel voice spokes

and the angels fall

I bet you want it
Darlin' you want it too
I am the fear you need
Look at the walls that bleed
It's a Killing Love

glut your eyes slut your soul on my obscure ugliness,
a nameless legend
Living in the blackest tombs with nights of tortured dreams
I love you

And the angels fall

I bet you want it
Darlin' you want it too
I am the fear you need
Look at the walls that bleed

It's a Killing Love

I'm hidden from the sun
and I'll lead you through my phantoms rendezvous

And it's a killing love
A broken heart
Killing love