Troops Of Deride
Elmar Schmidt
Her voice whispers my thoughts
Limbs of naked lust
Sweet ordours caress us
My wings decay to dust
Crystal eyes of innocence
Liquid stars as spirit
Erotic figure in pride
It calls the troops of deride
Oh deride
Emptiness like cosmic implodes
Withered dimensions dying
A kingdom falls to ashes
Laughters by the troops of deride
Troops
Troops
Troops of deride