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Sinuous bodies move in the shadows of the crypt |
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Where she captured her prey with her powerful claws |
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The whip cracks at every falling tear |
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Her hands and the cold stone floor are flooded with blood! |
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Wicked Nature, divine law of pleasure |
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It lights up her eyes with the whore flame |
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White skins which rushed to the chasm together |
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Now embrace the ground of the sepulchral garden.. |
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Cruel her will, merciless her glance |
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Crucified her virtue, tied to the deathbed! |
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She corrupts her mind with the taste of the most voluptuous vice |
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Sell the bitter perversion in the same black acrid chalice! |
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The fool's body, covered with sores, falls, when her executioner smiles, depraved reaper proud among the sheets! |
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Night of transgression which calls beautiful creatures, |
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It observes the luxurious pomp, the lustful Bacchanals of evil gods! |
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Her devouring fire is proud and atrocious |
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It offers the innocence on the debauched lover's altar |
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The wicked soul of the confessor tortures the younger fleshes |
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The wailing of filthy lust shocks her dark mind |
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Castrated the smarter prey, burnt into Gheenna's land |
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Corrupted ardours and bitter poisons between the legs of the Ancestral Hate |
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She hears her victims imploring, while she looks for their blood with her tongue |
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The fluids enter her body, reaper tiger of the righteous man! |
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By the trembling light of her most precious candelabra |
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She kisses the virgin's breast, trapped in her nuptial bed! |