Letra da Música: She Sleeps - Theatre Of Ice

She sleeps in the sated bed
Shadows creep amoung the spinnets of fire

"It's very nice to be home again"

The man in her dream
Announces with a mottled tongue

A choaked scream
The shattered dream
Blood drips from reeking garlic above

Virgins dancing in front of some sanctified tree
The perfume of a million corpses

Suffocates the sleeping girl
A low moan evokes this strangled air

Her palid face becomes strainrd
Over and over she wails

This galic keener
Tearing her hair
Drowning in her own red blood