Hells incarnation
wants salvation
looking for some treasure
for rotten pleasure

I walk, I stalk
to see your bright eyes
I walk, I talk
to offer you my lies

A pleasure to meet you
this is a fine night
for rotten, for rotten
forgotten pleasures

A pleasure to defy you
believe my blinding whispers
for rotten, for rotten
forgotten pleasures

Showing you my bright eyes
I look through your lies
believe in innocence
this is a fine night