Army Of Love - Jean-Jacques Moréac, Ayin Aleph, Mark Mynett

I want you with the strength of your fragrance

I wet you with the bloody tears of violence… of violence… of violence…

When your hands come softly around my feelings

I fall in a sexy maze of needings… of needings… of needings…

Army of my giants love fights inside every ones

And wins and losses all at once

I bother you to understand

Your gloomy vice will take you away till the end

Once again we should never trust our fever

And in time, we could mix our love in a river… in a river… in a river…

Army of my giants love fights inside every ones

And wins and losses all at once

I bother you to understand

Your gloomy vice will take you away till the end

Army of my giants love fights inside every ones

And wins and losses all at once

Army of my giants love fights inside every ones

And wins and losses all at once

I bother you to understand

That any strong desire is always insane

End:

Black vulture gets in your bitter cells;

In agonizing yells;