Lirieke: All About Eve. Frida of Blood & Gold.

Slowmotion driving through the fall
I feel the steel as you recall
It's like your house
It's built to never be sold
It's like your clothes
Made of blood and gold

Rise up black angel to the sky

And bleed your raindrops from on high
It's like your wings
They never attempted to fly
It's like your beauty
Made of blood and gold