[Lyric] Salome (Slave to Sirens)

Don't look at her
You look at her too much
Something wicked must come from these gleaming stares of lust

She looks like the moon
A pale reflection upon the skin
The smell of death is looming in
Rising from the tomb of...

Blasphemy
Dance for me, Salomé
Ask what you may
Quench my thirst, feed my eyes
I long to see, I long to rise

Little white doves
Slinking through the blood
Fill my cup with wine
From the head that will untwine

Would I, cry I
When you believe in something against what will be mine and in time
Cry I
In the end his head will be mine

Little white doves
Slinking through the blood
Fill my cup with wine
From the head that will untwine