45 Grave - Procession download song

Song Lyrics

Black flowers, black flowers
Black flowers, in search of you
preparing for her feast
Late at night, late at night 45, a sound that won t go down
Pulsating all around, late at night, black flowers
White faces are for her, late at night
Black flowers, preparing for her feast, she comes in

Preparing for her feast, they search for you, she walks alone
When the procession of love goes by they search for you, when the procession of love goes by they search for you, she walks the streets
White faces are for her, pulsating all around
in search of you
With the pain that they unleash, with the pain that they unleash
Every night you can hear a sound, black flowers 45, when the procession of love goes by they search for you
Black flowers, arrising from her tomb 45, creature of lust

In search of you, preparing for her feast Grave, with the pain that they unleash
White faces are for her, black flowers
Arising from her tomb, she walks alone
With the pain that they unleash, black flowers, bitches in black
she walks the streets
when the procession of love goes by white faces are for her
she comes in

Preparing for her feast, in search of you, arrising from her tomb
they search for you
She comes in, every night you can hear a sound 45, when the procession of love goes by they search for you
black flowers
When the procession of love goes by they search for you, when the procession of love goes by white faces are for her
when the procession of love goes by white faces are for her
black flowers

She comes in, late at night
Every night you can hear a sound, in search of you
They search for you, black flowers, she walks the streets
late at night
Bitches in black, bitches in black, every night you can hear a sound
black flowers
creature of lust

Creature of lust, in search of you
She comes in, in search of you
When the procession of love goes by white faces are for her, creature of lust
She walks alone, every night you can hear a sound
White faces are for her, bitches in black
Black flowers, she walks the streets
late at night

White faces are for her, black flowers
they search for you