Righteous pleasures drull from the sexed spent lips of the beast Feel his tongue pinching at your face Feel the acide sting as I melt into your flesh Whilst boring out your cunt with pumping grace week and bleeding Insetuos unearthing the might masked orgy of darkness files Satan's semen locking their jaws into thy flesh and soul of man Clamed filled hands talon the flesh of your quivering breast Pillowed around his serpent prick
Behold thyn is the one who speaks true bliss Like wine the glory flows into the throne to fill the mote with all your mortal Percged upon his back now the greedy hordes waiting to fuck the scraps Tearing pieces of your carcassede mind
Awaiting the birth in the church of the blessed dead I continue to see your face come to me my child O gaze into an ocean blue your eyes that spark the fear of god in man your demise
Now all there in are time and death of man and beast Placental mammals giving birth to ilk and sin Dark and damp and filled with rats
Spewing his seed into the world
Frenzied passion an erupting dark epoch extinguishing the light of heavens bliss This could not give birth to your messiah who walks to earth But the minions of the dead condemned to hell Celebrating the arrival thy unholy king of evil rippling tidings quake across the land Angels die like moths falling from the sky choking on the smoke, of the week I'm burning Drowning in your blood, lamenting to some god, blackened sky's wrought the face of satan Festering in the womb punging the unborn sipping piss from vineyards of the dieing
Behold thyn is the one who speaks true bliss Like wine the glory flows into the throne to fill the mote with all your mortal Percged upon his back now the greedy hordes waiting to fuck the scraps Tearing pieces of your carcassede mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
