| Song | Of Octopus and Sodomizing Virgin |
| Artist | Black Countess |
| Album | The Language Of Flesh |
| Concrete grey walls | |
| Emptiness and lonely candlelight | |
| That is the room of your secret passion | |
| Behind the door of intimate illusions | |
| You are virgin and you still value it | |
| But the desire gives you no rest | |
| And so you come to this room every night | |
| Every spare minute… | |
| You are blindfold | |
| Not to see the | |
| ONE who gives you these minutes: | |
| Octopus-like creature | |
| In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge | |
| You kneel down sucking | |
| HIS tentacle | |
| While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
| And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
| Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
| Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
| Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance | |
| You are virgin and you still value it | |
| But the desire gives you no rest | |
| And so you come to this room every night | |
| Every spare minute… | |
| You kneel down sucking | |
| HIS tentacle | |
| While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
| And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
| Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
| Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
| Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance |
| Concrete grey walls | |
| Emptiness and lonely candlelight | |
| That is the room of your secret passion | |
| Behind the door of intimate illusions | |
| You are virgin and you still value it | |
| But the desire gives you no rest | |
| And so you come to this room every night | |
| Every spare minute | |
| You are blindfold | |
| Not to see the | |
| ONE who gives you these minutes: | |
| Octopuslike creature | |
| In the far corner of the room imbued with female discharge | |
| You kneel down sucking | |
| HIS tentacle | |
| While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
| And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
| Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
| Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
| Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance | |
| You are virgin and you still value it | |
| But the desire gives you no rest | |
| And so you come to this room every night | |
| Every spare minute | |
| You kneel down sucking | |
| HIS tentacle | |
| While the creature squeezes your nude trembling flesh | |
| And then you throw off carelessly your panties wet from lust | |
| Directing the slippery tentacle to you butthole | |
| Giving yourself over to unearthly bliss | |
| Moving in an unrestrained obscene dance |