Forgotten Cult Of Penetration
Does the desolation of your mind
Make you salivate after the dead?
Well I prefer them still alive
I mortify them in my bed
Here in Hades women are all whores of Satan
Pale flesh - parted blood-red lips
Chanting hymns to their suicide
Gasping at the searing of his dick
Do you feel the poison of depression
Washing over your empty heart?
See me pass, I carry Satan’s spark
Tell me the you need a brutal fuck
Hear me goddess, for I worship thee
I yearn to be in Heaven of your cunt
To my evil temple follow me
Where I can be your only god
Forgotten is the cult of penetration
Of intercourse with everything in sight
A throbbing, funeral ovation
To the performers of the ancient art
Do you want to know what death is like?
To climax is to fall into a grave
To crave some more is fucking suicide
And that is why we are in hell tonight.