The Concubines Of Debauchery

Emil Bulls


It slips back to bad old ways the plague is coming home
The concubines of debauchery sing their slinky song
The blood it's pumping in our heads
We´re foaming at the mouth
Like greedy dogs we're wainting for you to set us free
Epiphany
Won´t you come...


Writer/s: Christoph von Freydorf