Call Of The Wicked lyrics
Out in the cold, ahead in the dark
A lamp is flickering bright Hungry and tired you're wandering around Lonely through the night Greedy looks cling to your body Fever's rising in your blood Call of the Wicked, facing the evil eye Secret desires, the dreams of the past Are promised to come true The touch of the sin is tasting so sweet Hear it calling you If you like to play with fire Never ever get too close Call of the Wicked . . .
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
.