Emil Bulls — The Concubines Of Debauchery lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Concubines Of Debauchery" by Emil Bulls.
Lyrics
It slips back to bad old ways the plague is coming home
The concubines of debauchery sing their slinky song
The blood ist pumping in our heads
We´re foaming at the mouth
Like greedy dogs we´re wainting for you to set us free
Epiphany
Won´t you come…