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
b**hes 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