Salome

In the cold, coldest of nights The fire I light, to warm my bones Oh love, had enough, of the dreadful cold And from the flames, appears Salome I stand before her amazed As she dances and demands The head of john the baptist on a plate In the morning

Salome - Elysian Fields Down in your hole you look cold I hear your voice like music like gold Thy body so white Thy hair so black Thy mouth so red Suffer me once to take you my way The moon is a virgin but she can't turn away Suffer me twice I'll co

Down in your hole you look cold I hear your voice like music like gold Thy body so white, thy hair so black Thy mouth so red Suffer me once to take you my way The moon is a virgin but she can't turn away Suffer me twice I'll come back for more I will