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Pierced in thorns engraved in scorn, only research of the pleasure high born.

What I can feel is the scream of my needs, we’re now sinners don’t you believe?

What bring my brides lewdness inside? Actions, reflections can’t be all mine.

Muse of pity you’re bleeding for me, bend down your head and vomit your sins!

Defiant creation youthfulness and submission, scourge your limbs without compassion

You loot your heaven in mud

Blood – fill my orgasm and deny your belief

You – creator of crimes is the power

Unleashed of the never-ending fight.

Mirror of horrors once again never for my eyes.

Mortal reflection growing reaction inside

Divine possession whipping by main force

All you feel is my creation

Panting die!

Harder exceed crown my seed

Poison for my veins your torment enshrouds

My brain

Defiant creation youthfulness and submission

Scourge your limbs without compassion

You loot your heaven in mud

Blood – fill my orgasm and deny your belief.

You – creator of crimes is the power

Unleashed of the never-ending fight.

Mirror of horrors once again never for my eyes.