The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
The Tiger Lillies
You'll lose your life, won't last the night
Starlit night, starlit night
The cold attacks it cuts like a knife
The little birds know she won't last the night
Flies like snow round a corpse descend
The little birds sing we on her death depend
The cold attacks like a hungry dog
The ice wind blows you to God
With bloodlust that wind has no remorse
Until your body's a corpse