Black roses lay on my bed
When the wind is coldly blind
My lips have become red
When your hands searched for my mind
Where's the kindom of love?
Who is the sources of my lies?
Is my future written far above?
Who is the devil in your eyes?
My fate is another gate, another liar
You wait another maid for my desire
I'm melting all the mirrors
With the strength of my gloomy errors
My old kiss changes in wine
When I start to flow your time
Where's the kindom of love?
Who is the sources of my lies?
Is my future written far above?
Who is the devil in your eyes?
Now I smile inside you, find me?
How do you want to keep me, sensually?