Somewhere in a cold dark room
With walls covered by runes
Thousand of mens, faces covered by hoods
From their throat, a distressing tune

In the center, surrounded by the crowd
Five women, beautiful and naked,
On wooden horses, bowed
Humiliation, fear and confusion, jaded

Chorus:
Infernal Whipping !
Till the blood is dripping !
Infernal Whipping !
Agony for the devil’s rising !

Again and again, the whips are cracking
To the rhythm of the evil singing
On their backs, on their thighs, popper’s lashing
Screams of pain, blood and wounds for its coming

Oh Master, thou cometh to your Sons
Accept this tainted flesh
We wash it of its sins, by the discipline of our whips
We’re offering you those vain females

Under the punishment, from their throat, low growls
Their limbs shiver, heads dangling to the floor
The blood running from their wounds to the altar
A coffin pulsating, darkness, sex and war

The coffin opens and in the mist He stands
A deformed abomination, an horrific lust nightmare

“My minions you did well, to serve my coming
Take those heap of flesh and use them ’till death
Then be ready to unleash violence on this toxic humanity !
We’ll enslave every twisted hoes
And slay every trace of resistance.
This world will be ours, to obey to our beastly vision !”

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