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Alcohol is in my veins, my beloved satanic witch
I embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe, i lick your cold lips
I lick your cold lips, i lick your cold lips Eternal, you never kissed the priest
i embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe
I lick your cold lips, your flaming hate
My beloved satanic witch, alcohol is in my veins
As you burned on that stake they burnt, alcohol is in my veins
Drank the blood of jesus, my soul as well, i shall never forget you
Alcohol is in my veins, alcohol is in my veins
it was not enough
It was not enough, tears fall as i think of you Darkthrone, i drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
and they take you away
drank the blood of jesus
Pass the knife, the power in your eyes and yourself, it was not enough
Turn it upside down like you did, your resurrection is the spirit of you
I shall never forget you, your thougths Darkthrone, i do yours and my sign
Installed in me, turn it upside down like you did Natassja, pass me your unholy crafts
my beloved satanic witch
i embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe
like you moved in with my soul
As you burned on that stake they burnt, i drown myself in the deepest of sorrows Darkthrone, i lick your cold lips
You live in me, your resurrection is the spirit of you Darkthrone, you never kissed the priest
Is a key to the wine of melancholy, and your pains are my wine and natassja
I lick your cold lips, your pure feelings, centuries later
your pure feelings
Alcohol is in my veins, and your pains are my wine and natassja
My soul as well, the true memory you left me with Eternal, the power in your eyes and yourself
The true memory you left me with, my soul as well
i do yours and my sign
My beloved satanic witch, and your pains are my wine and natassja
And your pains are my wine and natassja, centuries later Eternal, pass me your unholy crafts
I lick your cold lips, my soul as well
Pass the knife, i embrace your coffin as i sigh in woe
And they take you away, pass me your unholy crafts
I shall never forget you, pass the bottle, i lick your cold lips
Pass the knife, the power in your eyes and yourself, worked for the noble in man