Оригинален текст
The strength of her pulse is breaking her chest
shes getting wet from this feverish writhe
the midnights cruel for a lonely girl
when the unknown slowly undresses her breasts
The voice - and her eyes wide shut
her fever burns a mark on her bed
the path that she runs among these silent trees
leads her body for me to claim
The veil of fog covers her velvet skin
as she kneels naked under the moon
The whispers from her lips and her screams
invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again
Her bed is covered in dirt and leaves
and shes burning down on her knees
midnights cruel for a lonely girl
and shes getting wet from this feverish writhe