A glass blood of Jesus as a bottle of vodka in the dark days
A piece of deer meat eaten ten hungry lion
All the pleasures it is a manifestation of lust rebound
And there the waving all the lust tradition belial
When told about the man full sexs maniac
Virgin, great face and great bust to be special meal
Among the demon armies attack to the brain rotten
There are still of white the doctrine of angels
Tradition belial
Destroy the plan go to heaven
Tradition belial
Moral rape, disaster mental
From the abyss, that was rotten
Left a written record of bad angels
Tradition belial of ritual orgies peak temptation
And moral ruins whisper
Heavy blows to the blood flow
To the gross brain bachelor’s
The pleasures of sin
#Orgasm require thousands of coal hell
From the abyss, that was rotten
Left a written record of bad angels
Fall in a black abyss, mind drifted astray
From the abyss, that was rotten
Left a written record of bad angels
Orgasm require thousands of coal hell
Orgasm require thousands of coal hell
Erotic stains, genital vomit
Fall in a black abyss, mind drifted astray
Erotic stains, genital vomit
From the abyss, that was rotten
Left a written record of bad angels
Tradition belial of ritual orgies peak temptation
And moral ruins whisper
Heavy blows to the blood flow
To the gross brain bachelor’s
The pleasures of sin
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