B/Begotten/Embalming Process of Rotten Female Corpses
An instinctive reaction of the input Of his morbid dickhead started it To search the female altar that it transforms In degradation of his pleasure She don't know that her body will deserve The instruments are already set She only knows to enjoy her End of obscenity, end of obscenity Their obscenity Lie over the table, tied on her feet Cut, cut, the elixir of life Can ride on her skin The temperature rises on and on His mind it's on the mood A collection of bodies waiting For the midnight ritual Forward and backward he strikes again Body and pain, body and pain Embalming process of the rotten female corpses She don't know that their body will deserve The instruments are already set She only knows to enjoy her End of obscenityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.