A Gift
In her arms, he looks through the world
Lulled and warm
Somewhere in the night
From his mouth, one thousand tongues
Sucking her out
Somewhere in the night
He's running away
This is a gift
He who kills
Lurking and silent
When the evil calls
Another sacrifice
Somewhere in the night
Without meaning
His tears telling us everything
A tool without mercy
Son of the night
He's running away
This is a gift
He who kills
Son of the night
Autor(es): Lon Fright
