Ropes twisting the skin. Arms pulled past her back Her sweet soft neck, bruised and bleeding. Tied around the wood. Shes bound to her throne. I kiss her trembling thighs, those whimpers make me smile, as I turn the blade upward, the flow began. An eruption in red, coating the tile, the entrails drop, nestled in her lap. I've found my savior, cradled in the viscera. This unborn savior, with still closed eyes, firmly in my grip. I feel his skull conform, held above my head. Glowing a fiery red, this figure I worship, We must be one, it is divine will, pulled to pieces, limbs plucked off. Body split in half, ingestion is quick. My prophet my savior. I feast on your power.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
