La Luna - Arcano 18

I feel a flavour of danger
that came into your mouth
I wait the start of the hunt
that came from your screaming voice

I need your breath
I need your track
I need your blood
I need your fleshhhhh

I'll abuse of every your doubt
I'll ride on your aching back
You're only the tool of my pleasure
and my pleasure is gripping your neck

I feel a flavour of danger
that came into your mouth
I wait the start of the hunt
that came from your screaming voice

I need your breath
I need your track
I need your blood
I need your fleshhhhh