Текст William Fitzsimmons – Ten Lions

Ten lions on a hill
Their mouths are opened wide
They call to you with love
But blood is in their eyes

Her arms were opened wide
Her legs upon your chin
Your breasts were wrapped in white
Held tight against your skin

Come lie in the light with me
I want you fears and all

I see you like a child
Your shorter hair is grown
She holds you like a pearl
She lost among the thorns

Ten lions on a hill
Now satiate your blood
So rest ye now above
In shelter from their harm