| Song | In Bed with the Beast |
| Artist | Lureaway |
| Album | Unchained and Soaring |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ivan Korkin/Jevgenija Korkina/Liza Nabatova | |
| 作曲 : Anton Kuptsov/Jevgenija Korkina/Liza Nabatova | |
| All the lights will go off, | |
| And so will our masks. | |
| Inside you’re gentle, soft, and tender, | |
| While I’m all thorns and fangs. | |
| Don’t bother resisting, | |
| Your soul is my prize. | |
| I will suck all life from your willing lips | |
| To eat you slice by slice. | |
| You thought you were the hunter, | |
| Ahead of the game. | |
| Now - on your knees and weeping, | |
| Obey me, my prey. | |
| There’ll be no sweet caresses, | |
| No kisses soft as silk. | |
| I’ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
| Engulf your soul and will. | |
| Oooooh… | |
| In bed with the beast. | |
| I will take your naked body | |
| And twist till it hurts. | |
| On your back - trails, left by my nails | |
| As flesh bleeds and burns. | |
| You thought you were the hunter, | |
| Ahead of the game. | |
| Now - on your knees weeping, | |
| Obey me, my prey. | |
| There’ll be no sweet caresses, | |
| No kisses soft as silk. | |
| I’ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
| Engulf your soul and will. | |
| Oooooh… | |
| In bed with the beast. |
| zuo ci : Ivan Korkin Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
| zuo qu : Anton Kuptsov Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
| All the lights will go off, | |
| And so will our masks. | |
| Inside you' re gentle, soft, and tender, | |
| While I' m all thorns and fangs. | |
| Don' t bother resisting, | |
| Your soul is my prize. | |
| I will suck all life from your willing lips | |
| To eat you slice by slice. | |
| You thought you were the hunter, | |
| Ahead of the game. | |
| Now on your knees and weeping, | |
| Obey me, my prey. | |
| There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
| No kisses soft as silk. | |
| I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
| Engulf your soul and will. | |
| Oooooh | |
| In bed with the beast. | |
| I will take your naked body | |
| And twist till it hurts. | |
| On your back trails, left by my nails | |
| As flesh bleeds and burns. | |
| You thought you were the hunter, | |
| Ahead of the game. | |
| Now on your knees weeping, | |
| Obey me, my prey. | |
| There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
| No kisses soft as silk. | |
| I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
| Engulf your soul and will. | |
| Oooooh | |
| In bed with the beast. |
| zuò cí : Ivan Korkin Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
| zuò qǔ : Anton Kuptsov Jevgenija Korkina Liza Nabatova | |
| All the lights will go off, | |
| And so will our masks. | |
| Inside you' re gentle, soft, and tender, | |
| While I' m all thorns and fangs. | |
| Don' t bother resisting, | |
| Your soul is my prize. | |
| I will suck all life from your willing lips | |
| To eat you slice by slice. | |
| You thought you were the hunter, | |
| Ahead of the game. | |
| Now on your knees and weeping, | |
| Obey me, my prey. | |
| There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
| No kisses soft as silk. | |
| I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
| Engulf your soul and will. | |
| Oooooh | |
| In bed with the beast. | |
| I will take your naked body | |
| And twist till it hurts. | |
| On your back trails, left by my nails | |
| As flesh bleeds and burns. | |
| You thought you were the hunter, | |
| Ahead of the game. | |
| Now on your knees weeping, | |
| Obey me, my prey. | |
| There' ll be no sweet caresses, | |
| No kisses soft as silk. | |
| I' ll rip you down to bits and pieces, | |
| Engulf your soul and will. | |
| Oooooh | |
| In bed with the beast. |