i ten huk ten huk nieustajacy huk
szloch zamiera w poderżniętym gardle
sometimes you want to know how subtle life could be, how coffee tastes in the morning, how it's to feel someone's warmth next to you, how lights reflect so utterly enchanting in muddy water, how it's to see those loving eyes in setting sun and feel soft fur under your fingers
but you crave blood, for the rage and for the cruel pleasure, for this growl that's building inside, and howl
howl
and love and feel the fire
bite into my bones