I Enter You Will All My Hate And Penetrate What's Left of You Now You Know That All Your Faith Cannot Stop The things I Do Haunting Memories Reappear
Bowing Before Me Achieving A Violent Rush Psychotic Pleasure A Need To Kill Satisfaction In Orgasmic Thrills Handcuffed To The Bed Enslave My Perverted
This Night I Come To You And Nail You To The Floor My face All Over You Enjoy And Scream You Whore I Bring You Misery Your Body Needs To Bleed I Have
Away Ending My Suffering... ...This Virgin Is A Whore God of Perversion, god of Desire Discovering Ancient Pleasures of Flesh Blood From The Open Wounds
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Chant The Hymns of Misery Violence Reach Out of Your Hand Arousing Feelings In My Head Innocence Amongst The Dead In A Fraction of A Second I Desolve
Down The Stairs He Walks Towards What He Lusts For The Grim Art on The Wall Makes Him Want More A Chamber Full of Hate Carpets Made of Human Limbs He
