Idioma Origen:
I’ll kill for a Whiskill
I’ll pay with my pain
I will kiss you for your Whiskill
I’ll die anyway
Searching for perfection I arrive to a place
When the strongest liquor is called Whiskill
It’s burn you from the inside
Consumes your soul
A tentation is it
It’s a devil’s recipe,
Six day, six hour, six minutes of fun
So many colors and smells to seen
Doomed is the one
Who taste it
Idioma Destino:
I’ll kill for a Whiskill
I’ll pay with my pain
I will kiss you for your Whiskill
I’ll die anyway
Searching for perfection I arrive to a place
When the strongest liquor is called Whiskill
It’s burn you from the inside
Consumes your soul
A tentation is it
It’s a devil’s recipe,
Six day, six hour, six minutes of fun
So many colors and smells to seen
Doomed is the one
Who taste it