Ghost Town Bitch

Tearing the silk of the worn-out twilight,
The clawed essence crawls outside.
In her eye sockets—a martyr's frozen scream,
In her veins—a thick, cold sludge.
She doesn't breathe, she simply waits,
Until the silence turns to lead.
In the old mirror, jagged ice has frozen,
And on her pale face—a crown of thorns.


Bones are rattling in a feverish dance,
Skin is burning in an icy resonance!
Closer! Deeper! To the very bottom!
She doesn't care! She doesn't care!

Припев
GHOST TOWN BITCH! — Queen of the rotten sunset!
GHOST TOWN BITCH! — Your faith is her payment!
In this pit, there is no room for dreams,
Only the grinding of iron teeth!
GHOST TOWN BITCH!


She draws signs on broken glass,
Where forgotten souls rot in shackles.
Her shadow is a scar on the sick earth,
Her laughter is dust upon your lips.
No prayers, only poison and gasoline,
In labyrinths where walls ooze with sin.
She is your nightmare, she is your master,
Walking into the darkness barefoot.


Sleep... while she drinks your fear.
Sleep... while the world drowns in her eyes.
She’s coming for you.

Припев
GHOST TOWN BITCH! — Queen of the rotten sunset!
GHOST TOWN BITCH! — Your faith is her payment!
In this pit, there is no room for dreams,
Only the grinding of iron teeth!
GHOST TOWN BITCH!