Letra de Salome

In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light, to warm my bones
I´ve had enough, of the dreadful cold
And from the flames, appears Salomé

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of john the baptist on a plate

In the morning, shaken and disturbed
From under soft white fur
I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive
And by the telly appears Salomé

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
Oh, It´s Salomé
Oh, It´s Salomé

In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light, to warm my bones
I´ve had enough, of the dreadful cold
And from the flames appears Salomé

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of any bastard on a plate