Celtic Frost - Juices Like Wine - Sözleri

Thirst and desire, to rule the light
For crossing heavens, a futile fight
Bound to storm, our minds wave
Fervent to sail in deserts of mist
Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands
Juices like wine
Born of earth, we strive for skies
Obsessed with lies, in arms of sleep
Earning dreams, we blind our eyes
Challenging secrets, ancient the cries
Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands
Juices like wine
Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands
Juices like wine
Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands
Juices like wine










		
			



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