Текст песни
Dark morbid fancies in eager eyes
Disguise of virtue, in fact – the vice
Forbidden pleasure, my dainty sin
Exquisite torture and evil whim
Sweet scarlet poison in throbbing veins
The blush of cunning on pallid face
The blackest demons summoned by me
Are to come for you, little darling
And, you know, something makes me sure
Eventually, you’ll take the bait
My crows are circling over your head
You’d better not see them, angel
I’ll wait till you wave the white flag
And, you know, something makes me sure
Eventually, you’ll take the bait
Your virgin conscience and heart so pure
I feel unconscious and insecure
So sacramental, oh, so divine
Clear soul provoking committing crime
Deep-seated terror in deer-like eyes
What’ll happen to you, do you surmise?
The blackest demons summoned by me
Are to come for you, little darling
And, you know, something makes me sure
Eventually, you’ll take the bait
My crows are circling over your head
You’d better not see them, angel
I’ll wait till you wave the white flag
And, you know, something makes me sure
Eventually, you’ll take the bait
