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Трэк, уже около пары лет пожирающий мой моск. Что интересно, остальное творчество этого коллектива не вызывает особенных эмоций, но то, что они сделали здесь, оправдывает всё их существование. Настолько гармоничная композиция - сама по себе редкость. Женский вокал в сочетании с резким гроулом и просто аццки жгущей гитарой, срывающийся, динамичный припев делают своё дело - песня не отпускает напрочь, зацикливаясь в голове и надолго поселяясь в плеере. Текст - какая-то хрень из окологотической тематики, кому-то может показаться красивым, по мне - "все они на одно лицо", да и не в тексте дело.

Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision
Sun setter
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine Girl

Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine

My Nymphetamine Girl

Wicked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...

Fold to my arms
Hold their message away
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your Holiness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision
Sun setter
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine

Sun setter
Nymphetamine

(Nymphetamine)

None better:
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine Girl

Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine

My Nymphetamine Girl