Turn yourself
- No
- Against me
- No, not like that
- ... And dance
The decadance.
Move your hips
Slowly
In front of mine
- Stay there
Behind me
Sway
The decadance
Let your hands
brush my breasts
And my heart
Which is yours
- My love
For forever
Patience
The decadance
Under my fingers
Will lead you
Towards faraway
Beyond
- Troubled waters
Suddenly trouble
My senses
The decadance
Took me
Oh you kill me
My love
Tell me, Do you love me?
- I loved you
Already but
Nuance
The decadance
Even more
Than our deaths
Ties our souls
And our bodies
- Gods forgi-
Ve our
Offenses
The Decadance
Cradled
Our tired bodies
And our wandering souls
- Gods !
Forgive our offenses