Moulettes piosenki

It was the darkest of nights, witching hour was upon us, The wind was biting, my knees were bloody, And I had ripped my dress. The tallest oak tree was torn asunder on the blasted heath And as I emerged into the clearing, I heard a familiar sound undernea...

I am a creature Who lives by the weather Who walks with a soft tread upon the ground Eyes keen in darkness Ears of a sharpness Often sought after But rarely found… Now I’ve come to Burn it down (look where you have ended up) Burn it down (look...

Imperial gin, what a delectable tipple. The Redeemable whiskey, give me a triple. A barrel of cider, and ale by the cask. I'm almost a widow in case you should ask. Chambred wine goes down fine when reclining upon a chaise longue. Vermouth is of use whe...