Our king's crown, melting among my legs Brightest of beams, dark nails, a beacon covered with blood
The corners of the Earth gleamed with sharp blades Rotten blood and golden almighty seed taint my tongue In gorgeus clothing all bedecked with gold I lick his open wound grind lustful deep
I shout and spell like a band of fallen angels I am the whispers on his orgasmic blasphemy
No felon's gallows that but holy spirits Upon its right side it began to bleed Bedewed with blood and drenched with flowing gore Stained sins scarified zeal shining treasures and whores
Reveal, feel me, dreadful fate, cruellest of tortures I was we all over with blood, the open wounds of maliceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
