Letra de Call Of The Wind
Call of the wicked! Out in the cold, ahead in the dark A lamp is flickering bright Hungry and tired you're wandering around Lonely through the nightGreedy looks cling to your body Fever's rising in your bloodCall of the Wicked, facing the evil eyeSecret desires, the dreams of the past Are promised to come true The touch of the sin is tasting so sweet Hear it calling youIf you like to play with fire Never ever get too closeCall of the Wicked . . .