Danzig - Lilin Lyrics
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Lilin
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What Are The Lyrics For Lilin By Danzig?
She's got the smile of the Lilin-child
Her spiral ink crawling down her spine When she walks in her Isis stride You see her hair, like the raven, shines, yeah She's got the soul of the darkest star, yeah I want to touch all her glow imparts And if you look down into her eyes, yeah You'll see the souls she has trapped inside Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes She has the tongue of the goddess Shai Split like an asp down the shaft entwined Upon the wings of the nefil night, yeah She who is sin casts the coldest light Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes No one knows her, Lilin-child (child) I'm gonna bind you No one knows her, Lilin-child (child) I'm gonna bind you No one knows her, Lilin-child (child) I'm gonna bind you She's got the soul of the darkest star, yeah I want to touch all her glow imparts She's got the smile of the Lilin-child, yeah Her spiral ink crawling down her spine Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes Ah-ah Ah-ah Here she comes No one knows her, Lilin-child (child) I'm gonna bind you No one knows her, Lilin-child (child) I'm gonna bind you No one knows her, Lilin-child (child) I'm gonna bind you |
Who Wrote Lilin By Danzig?
Glen Danzig
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What's The Duration Of The Lilin By Danzig?The duration of Lilin is 6:31 minutes and seconds. |
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