Shrines in shackles, my desolation A constant urge to feel corroded from inside Transgression I'm ready to commit indefinitely
Ripping your skin off is my greatest pleasure Your screams fulfill my sexual fantasies
Lusterless reflections in my demented eyes You lay inert, petrified Face with no emotions Thy torturer, uncompromising, quietly waiting for...
Your torment, excitement quickly grows Tied to the table, attached with nails Indescribable pain! Where slaughter leads me to..? The louder you shout, the harder I get Fretsaw passes through the bones Tears are propelling my obsession Slaughter leads me to cum on your lifeless corpse With equal speed your soul and my semen Are leaving body My satisfaction can not be destroyed Distorted needs you would like to avoid
A hunger for delight Is equivalent of physical starvation I want your uterus for my meal An Inner Beauty To Consume
I want to feast upon your livid flesh After a dinner I will masturbate A pleasure after pleasure Bloody disgusting hedonism
I don't try to fight with my own perversion Pangs of conscience are not the feelings I am used to The only limitation is the length of the equator I sometimes pray that there is no God to judge meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
