Binance

Procession (45 Grave)

Every night you can hear a sound Pulsating all around Every night you can hear a sound A sound that won't go down Late at night, she awakes Arising from her tomb Late at night, she walks the streets She comes in, in search of you Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Late at night, she awakes Arising from her tomb Late at night, she walks the streets She comes in, in search of you Late at night, she walks alone Preparing for her feast Bitches in black, creature of lust With the pain that they unleash Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you