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A man running in the mist of reason |
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You're vainly trying to get out of the Death's den... |
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The lust calls you to return but you are fighting with it |
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Overcoming the fence which's encircled the Castle like a snake |
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Who resisted the charms of vamps won't hide from the nightmare around |
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Tell better about your escape to nowhere... |
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You reach the familiar cemetery |
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But it's graves are dug out and empty |
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And the view of erotic phantasmagoria appears ahead |
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With twisting in filthy poses young Daughters of Lesbian Love |
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Sappho would be triumphant at watching them |
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Embracing and kissing in the shade of the enormous slimy creature |
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Fumbling with it's palpi between their vibrant legs |
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Giving birth to a symphony of lascivious female moans and screams |
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You jump into the wet dark grave |
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And madly masturbate without any forces to restrain yourself |
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At the moment of orgasm the ground disappears under you |
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And far below you see the fires of Gehenna |
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Disgusting stench of burning corpses and sewage beats the nose |
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You want to get out from the grave but the dirty skies soar up |
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Screaming and breaking the nails you scratch the soil |
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But the Darkness which swallowed your shade |
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Is devouring you like Manticora |