Sometimes love is not like it seems
Sometimes passion is not like spring
Who can say what love is?
Who can say which is the right choice?
Sick love
Sick
Inside themselves there was a desire
In their hearts a yearning of death
Touch his body
Lick her lips
Taste the flavor of their skin
Grab my hand
Push in the blade
Together we'll take their life away
The flames in their eyes
Are blowing out by our love
My darling, aim at the head
And give the last shot to them
In the middle of blood
We are dancing around
Near the dead bodies
Lying on the ground
Sometimes love is not like it seems
Sometimes passion is like to kill
Sick love
Sick