Just one more hour in silence
The time to sign
My name on your neck
Leave a mark on you
An eternal tattoo
Before everyone returns
A talk about money
Because
When the party is over
The tribe will be thirsty
It will be time for the dance
For the languis
There is only one hour to
Something forbidden
A time of softness
A time of rigidity
I would like to find
The precise blow
The place in your skin
To drive my fangs
When the party is over
The tribe will be thirsty
It will be time for the dance
Of the languis
Languids

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