He strangles you, until your life fade As you turn into a necrobabe He can do what the fuck he want With your fucking body, and your fucking cunt
He can touch you, he can feel you But there's no life inside you Neither strength nor soul that resists His sick lust in the funeral mist Lifeless bride reeks of death Pale skin, cold dead flesh A fever rise in the macabre dance His climax reached in a bizarre romance
So super, so grotesque Waiting there on the floor So super, so grotesque A lovely little necrowhore
He loves to touch you, and to feel you But there's no life inside you Neither strength nor soul that resists His sick lust in the funeral mist Lifeless bride reeks of death Pale skin, cold dead flesh Before maggots starts to infest you He is going to fuck you one more time
Necrowhore, necrowhore
So super, so grotesque Waiting there on the floor So super, so grotesque A lovely little necrowhore Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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