Holy Molar - Dungeons And Drag Queens (In 3 Measures) -2 Тексты

Swirling blackness crept up on the midnight spirits's woe the sould of a love lost to the grave, from hence came a scream! And what is this that I perceive in the rotted wainscotting? Why a passage to a hidden staircase! Candlelabrum lit' in the tunnels down to a cold and slimey crypt below.