Lindemann Yukon ( HQ)

Your soul is black Your blood is cold Your skin is rough You have a heart of gold Your face so dark With clammy hair Upon your flesh Wet creatures everywhere Gives me a shiver Wild river You stole my eyes Never gave them back You tried to kiss me And sent a shiver Round my neck Wild river Wet golden shrine You sold my mind and Tried to kill me Sent a shiver down my spine You hate the sun But rain is nice You love the snow But you are afraid of ice You re dressed in mud Unsafe to dive I want your gold B