Lure of the Temptress

歌詞

Lure of the Temptress Right in front of you Charm in her calling And the whirl of her whip No place for reasoning Bereft of it all No space for breathing Crushed under her grip Nothing more than pain When lust is gone Aftermath will come And flesh will hurt Blood on our fingers Sand on our tongues Rust on our bodies Then it's over and done Nothing more than pain When lust is gone Aftermath will come And flesh will hurt A rush of blood pumping up to your head Filled by her whispering "Here I am" All of your senses become amplified Yielding to her evil forces Nothing more than pain When lust is gone Aftermath will come And flesh will hurt