Song | Desert Rose |
Artist | Mediæval Bæbes |
Album | Illumination |
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When the desert sand blows softly to the end | |
And the winter nights bring maidens to despair | |
When the sky is black and moon is full and round | |
Then you'll hear her cry and hear her soul abound | |
Desert Rose she'll come to thee | |
Sweeter than the honey bee | |
Lips so red you'll want to taste | |
The deadly itch the old embrace | |
Desert Rose she'll steal your heart | |
Make mockery of every part | |
Till your bones are bleached and bare | |
And wandering in death’s despair |
When the desert sand blows softly to the end | |
And the winter nights bring maidens to despair | |
When the sky is black and moon is full and round | |
Then you' ll hear her cry and hear her soul abound | |
Desert Rose she' ll come to thee | |
Sweeter than the honey bee | |
Lips so red you' ll want to taste | |
The deadly itch the old embrace | |
Desert Rose she' ll steal your heart | |
Make mockery of every part | |
Till your bones are bleached and bare | |
And wandering in death' s despair |
When the desert sand blows softly to the end | |
And the winter nights bring maidens to despair | |
When the sky is black and moon is full and round | |
Then you' ll hear her cry and hear her soul abound | |
Desert Rose she' ll come to thee | |
Sweeter than the honey bee | |
Lips so red you' ll want to taste | |
The deadly itch the old embrace | |
Desert Rose she' ll steal your heart | |
Make mockery of every part | |
Till your bones are bleached and bare | |
And wandering in death' s despair |