Duży lotek wyniki losowania No Turning Back From Here

With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft french cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she'd just leave me alone
Because french cream won't soften them boots
And french kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh-o she's the one, she's the one

That Thunder in your heart
At night when you're kneeling in the dark
It says you're never gonna

In the darkness, they will gather
Conjuring the one

Burning candles, incantations
Human sacrifice

Getting drunk from blood, not wine
Pointy daggers shine

Out of fire, smoke and brimstone
The dreaded one will rise

Rise
Burn
Rise

Nobody knows who's the disciples of hell
Father's a priest and he's casting a spell
No one can stop what's already begun
Worshipping darkness and Lucifer's son

Victims of the grand illusion
Screams of ecstasy
Fools are lost in mass confusion
Searching for the key

Nobody knows who's the