Deconstruct their lies their ideas of love and sin norms prescribed by moral whores and reinforced by sick masters architects of abberation cut their
All alone, I'm by myself Another girl bad for my health I've seen it all through someone else And I love a girl bad for my health I celebrated but undisturbed
All alone not by myself Another girl bad for my health I've seen it all through someone else And I (Another girl bad for my health) I celebrated but
Blasphemous sinner Warhead jet black Attack at will Blasphemous attack Unholy destruction Dying of fear AntiChrist ordered Overkill is near Legions of
Seven night before of scared birthday the lord make himself present at virgin's home Demons suck you pussy and fuck 'til the delight she isn't more virgin
God, what has become of me? What will become of me? I am just a man. I am just a wretched mind that belongs to a selfish and busy man, And the calluses
Stay away white magician Young lovers and mourning wife You're not welcome on our land So I speak for the dead Magic circles drawn after midnight Around
I Love Dissecting Dead Girl Bodies Their Naked Corpses Excite My Mind The Aroma Of Decomposition Is The Best Aphrodisiac You Can Find With Forceps I
Stalking through the black of night Unholy ghoul's lust for blood The human vampire in the crypt The seek dead flesh to carry on Their morbid life no
Implement Fear Deprive them of their sacred pride In a murderous frenzy As if possessed and justified Straw man, figurehead, renegade...warlord Kill
Stir in darkness through the chamber of disgrace Malicious cellar, abhorrence place Evaporating stench of rotting body parts Nailed to the wall, mutilated
Death is coming fast She's my only faith And no one will be ignored This is a sick quest I know I'm insane But I don't want to be cured Relentessly
We'll cause your death We'll kill Jesus Rape the dead We'll spread evil Grave desecration, grave desecration... Rape the whores All night long Grave
As we journey over to the summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness
i had hoped for more of a struggle from this world as it died years ago. corpses still feeling good about a fifty-dollar blowjob. corpse still pussy-crapping
Marchita el alma, muerto el sentimiento mustia la faz, herido el corazon vagando errante por camino incierto sin esperanza ya, sin esperanza de alcanzar
Grant me profane kiss, oh Isis mother of all Thy lips like morphine, teasing my slumbering heart Release me, this cosmos is way too small Come down on
...The March... ...The Battle... ...The Victory...
