Once someone told <br />A story about these small desert birds <br />Throwing themselves <br />In thorns when copulating in lust <br /><br />And while embraced by death <br />They sing so fine than never <br />And while embraced by death <br />They stay on love forever <br /><br />Like martyrs do <br />They dedicate their lifes in deep vein <br />Of ancient vows <br />And die of flaring ardou in haze <br /><br />Thorns they lurk on roses stem <br />Thet do intend no harm them <br /><br />Squeezing me hard <br />In thorns that burn like a fire inside <br />Thrilling my head <br />Until they rip my shivering skin <br /><br />Thorns they lurk on rosest stem <br />They do intend no harm them <br />They lurk on bodies stem <br />They make my heart arise them <br /><br />Tonight you sleep in hell
