wings of heaven

harika, muthi$, olaganustu bir tiamat $arkisi. sozleri $oyle:

i’ll be your master and i’ll be your slave
until the day that you will dance avidly on my grave
seems like a lifetime we’ve been living this lie
but i can’t help keep lying when you undress before my eyes
the wings of heaven are descending
the touch of her naked skin’s amending
the skies will collide
only for a little while
and it will take us trough the night
thank you my angel like belly dancing concubine
like cleopatra you’re sleeping safe in a royal shrine
thank you for the blood and tears and for the table dance
wholeheartedly i thank you dear for our short romance