God Grant She Lies Still Lyrics
| Song | God Grant She Lies Still |
| Artist | Black Countess |
| Album | The Language Of Flesh |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| "God grant she lies still" | |
| These are the words on a gravestone | |
| Wind, rain and snow kiss her memory | |
| As I kissed her to the rustle of falling leaves | |
| Come back to me my autumn love | |
| In the hour when silence cries! | |
| Sometimes I smell the odour of her perfume | |
| And see the play of shades showing her shape on the wall | |
| I hear the trees outside whispering her name | |
| And I feel a warm waft rushing past me | |
| Then her clear laughter rings in my head | |
| Devoured by a sarcastic echo | |
| And her presence is taken to nowhere | |
| Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night | |
| But I revere these moments | |
| I recall our erotic dances | |
| To the wail of autumn wind | |
| Her peerless body in the light of the fireplace | |
| Her teasing provocative look | |
| Then her sexy moans ring in my head | |
| Devoured by a sarcastic echo | |
| And her last kiss is taken to nowhere | |
| Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night | |
| "God grant she lies still" | |
| These are the words on a gravestone |
| " God grant she lies still" | |
| These are the words on a gravestone | |
| Wind, rain and snow kiss her memory | |
| As I kissed her to the rustle of falling leaves | |
| Come back to me my autumn love | |
| In the hour when silence cries! | |
| Sometimes I smell the odour of her perfume | |
| And see the play of shades showing her shape on the wall | |
| I hear the trees outside whispering her name | |
| And I feel a warm waft rushing past me | |
| Then her clear laughter rings in my head | |
| Devoured by a sarcastic echo | |
| And her presence is taken to nowhere | |
| Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night | |
| But I revere these moments | |
| I recall our erotic dances | |
| To the wail of autumn wind | |
| Her peerless body in the light of the fireplace | |
| Her teasing provocative look | |
| Then her sexy moans ring in my head | |
| Devoured by a sarcastic echo | |
| And her last kiss is taken to nowhere | |
| Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night | |
| " God grant she lies still" | |
| These are the words on a gravestone |
| " God grant she lies still" | |
| These are the words on a gravestone | |
| Wind, rain and snow kiss her memory | |
| As I kissed her to the rustle of falling leaves | |
| Come back to me my autumn love | |
| In the hour when silence cries! | |
| Sometimes I smell the odour of her perfume | |
| And see the play of shades showing her shape on the wall | |
| I hear the trees outside whispering her name | |
| And I feel a warm waft rushing past me | |
| Then her clear laughter rings in my head | |
| Devoured by a sarcastic echo | |
| And her presence is taken to nowhere | |
| Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night | |
| But I revere these moments | |
| I recall our erotic dances | |
| To the wail of autumn wind | |
| Her peerless body in the light of the fireplace | |
| Her teasing provocative look | |
| Then her sexy moans ring in my head | |
| Devoured by a sarcastic echo | |
| And her last kiss is taken to nowhere | |
| Dissolving in the secret whisper of the night | |
| " God grant she lies still" | |
| These are the words on a gravestone |
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