Le Figlie Della Tempesta Lyrics - My Dying Bride

Before I go down 

Cleave to me 

Kiss and drown 

Weave your web of lies 

Catch the drifters by 

The wind brings them in 

To your den of sin 

Caught by your divine spell 

Locked within your wishing well 

Ice as eyes lured my soul 

Look of lust froze me cold 

Many lies holds your body 

A true feast for all to see 

Men will fall to her song 

Women too, won't last long