Letra de Behind the crimson door, H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty)
Covered the ccarcass of thime with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest togas on FIRE
And watched the ashes clima to heaven?s gates
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We hide behind the crimson door
While the summer is killed by the fall
Alive behind the crimson door
While the winter sings:
?Your love will be the death of me?
Death served wine for lovers
Brougth from the world were devils reign
And intoxícated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves