Powder — текст песни (Tyla)

Crimson was the flower. Midnight was the hour
His mind was distorted by the witches cower
Bring me the powder that I need
Bring me the sacrificial seed
Give me a reason not to need
The powder, the powder, the powder
Give me a dance to dice with death
Give me the demon`s last breath
Give me a horse from which never to fall
Give me life eternal. Give me it all
Bring me the powder that I need
Bring me the sacrificial seed
Give me a reason not to breathe
The powder, the powder, the powder
Let me bathe in the glory of the skag
Roll in the thunder, you`ve all been had
I`m beginning to rot, never to return
Give me the beauty that I yearn
I bathe in vomit shit and lice
I convulse it`s not very nice
I black out but I still hear the sound
The priest reads out loud
As I`m buried in the ground
But I`m not dead that all remains is unfound
Give me the reason that I want
Bring me the powder that I need
Bring me the sacrificial seed
Give me the reason not to need
The powder, the powder, the powder
The powder, the powder give me the powder that I need