The widows wail, her nails make holes in your scalp,
The bag of bones they break shes just so frail,
Decaying hands they prey on royal flesh,
In times of chaos sex, all the sex and death,

As the widows wail.
She'll make sure your pale,

Living by the sword it's lost control,
Don't wind up in her clutches,
Temptress, duchess.
Shes fucking your corpse till your dead and dry,
Ear drums our bursting halting function.

As the widows wail.
She'll make sure your pale,

She's fucking your corpse till your dead and dry,
Vaginal wax gushing, Sunday forced fed melching.

As the widows wail.
She'll make sure your pale,
As the widows wail.

She's fucking your corpse
She's fucking your corpse, till your dead and dry.

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