I laurel crown The blaspheme whore who aborted her thorny flowers on my delirium, cursed! Your breath restricts my existence your needs rust my integrity I offer my chest to your sweet blades Blindfold, lost Godlike, my fervor calls So naked in front of your anger heels to mark my throne serpent between torments knowing just one word: PREY! Goddess molesting childrens' souls bleeding and shining seals erected for violence. Wrathful tempter lost in defiant freaks mine is the request: to thrust down. Life is useless compared to an hateful moment all living creatures should be afflicted by poisoned nails. Your rotten pleasure exalts my triumph Forced to swallow baptized by sodomy and greed barren is my altar, blessed by poison and seed I ascend above your screams BEATING VIOLENCE Godlike, my fervor calls So naked in front of your anger heels to mark my throne serpent between torments knowing just one word: PREY!