Our Lady in Darkness - текст песни
Our Lady in Darkness
Our lady in the abbatoir. She's hanging headless, charred. Baby on her Breast - there's nothing left, the milk turned to powder, Twist her, she's An hour glass - but time has died. The blast was final. Captain's flat down In the urinal fixing cos he's sick of shooting shadows.
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