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Confira a Letra Burleske Liebesträum (Cathexis Wicked Serenade)

Spleenful

Burleske Liebesträum (Cathexis Wicked Serenade)

Feel the anesthesia
Leading you to torpor
Caught in endless sleep
Start the dreams of horror

Desperate
Bohemian
Hatred self inflicted
Degenerate
Inmost fear
Passion's full submitted

Silent
Nightmares

Now they haunt my mind
In despair and fear
Silent cry
Feverish desire

So lang du lieben kannst
So lang du lieben magst
We wept on empty graves
Singing wicked serenades

Standing for the purge
That men no longer live
Their requiem is the dirge
For those who are deceived

Degenerate
Bitter fear
Chorus for sublimation
Desperate
Cathexis
A crooner in temptation

Scariest
Nightmares

Now they please my mind
In despair and fear
Pleasures die
Uncontrolled desire

So lang du lieben kannst
So lang du lieben magst
We wept on hollow phrases
Singing wicked serenades

Heaven has opened its gates

Oh my burlesque queen
Is not what it seems
Taste my blood
Passion hasted
Our dead souls
Forever interlaced

A silver razor
Tears her eyes
His putrid mouth
Bites her heart
Your corpse shall no more be dancing
...in the dead end
It's over
You're dead now
Watching
Our higher fall
Violating
...your beautiful corpse
...tonight we dream...

Love!
For long you're able
To love
For long as you like
The hour
Will come
When you
Stand
At gravesides
And lament

Liebe, so lang du lieben kannst

Ensure that your heart glows
And fosters and nurtures love
For long as another heart beats
Warmly with love towards you
I should love your corpse, my burlesque queen
I should stay in love with your milky pale skin

Feel the anesthesia
Waking you from torpor
Caught in a dreadful life
Start the days of horror

Degenerate
Bitter fear
No more sublimation
Desperate
Cathexis
Necrophilia my temptation

So lang du lieben kannst
So lang du lieben magst
We wept on hollow graves
Singing wicked serenades

So long as you can
So long as you may
You shall weep on their graves
Singing this wicked serenade
To hide your own cathexia
You shall be a slave of obscure arts
At the edge of the world
We mourn the lost of our broken hearts

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