By Artūrs Bērziņš
The Devil made you indeed
He was drunk by the thought of perversion
He created eternal flame
Inside you with black imagination
Succubus, this night is yours,
So my naked emotions grow stronger
Strange creature, take off my clothes
My lust cannot wait any longer
He was drunk by the thought of perversion
He created eternal flame
Inside you with black imagination
Succubus, this night is yours,
So my naked emotions grow stronger
Strange creature, take off my clothes
My lust cannot wait any longer