The yeasty froth of her pussy lips Covered the body of the tenderhearted Never could the 6-pointed star be trusted Damnable heresies survive the epoch
The moisture built up between her legs Gave welcome to the Satanachrist Like veins, the nest of life was cut The rainbow never appeareth above the throne
Fecal parturition, fecal parturition
Who breathes these ritual flames Coughed up by the lungs of treachery? Jesus combed his scarlet hair while Cum dripped from his sacred asshole
He was then led into the common hall But never didst the 9th hour arrive Quench all the fiery darts of the wicked "Hosanna to the Son of David", spoke pig
Who breathes these ritual flames Coughed up by the lungs of treachery?
Fecal parturition, fecal parturition "Hosanna to the Son of David", spoke pigTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
