Celtic Frost Idols of Chagrin Letras:What kind of race, lack of direction Just how
lunatic, to have a nature so deceit Bewail my
reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and
silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/BxM]fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves
into simulated mirth I'm talking, Idols of Chagrin
Born of possession, complacement in disguise
Craving and candid, as to defy the character's
fall The kisses you drain, pedestrian pedigree
What's thought is pain might be desire after all
Letras: Idols of Chagrin Celtic Frost [final]