Madstone Songtext
von Fiordmoss

Good night, wolf bite
One of a kind
Nylon, white ball
Traces of a fight
Charcoal, blindfold
Limbs by her side
More wine, on road
Lead them to the hole
She may be the child of spring
Let her in to greet her king
She was a monster
She was a monster
She was a monster
She was a monster


Skin tight, moonlight
Along her spine
Fireflies, stormlight
In the chilling rite
Golden, sweet milk
Run down her thighs
Boiled love, unknown
Simmer until dawn
She may be the child of spring
Let her in and hear her sing
She was a monster
She was a monster
She was a monster
She was...