Phoebus : La volupte, a moi la volupte De ce corps non encore souille A moi la volupte Personne d'autre que moi Ne mettra les mains sur toi Ange noir
: Phoebus : La volupte, a moi la volupte De ce corps non encore souille A moi la volupte Personne d'autre que moi Ne mettra les mains sur toi Ange noir
Tłumaczenie: Grobowiec. Schorowana His Own Fancy patologicznych O Zbieranie wlewki Humanial Mięso (zmysłowo mielone -.
Tłumaczenie: Christian Death. Luxury Of Tears.
Tłumaczenie: Mitologiczne Cold Towers. Egzotyczne zmysłowość Lost Feeling Of Life.
Tłumaczenie: Necromicon. Voluptous Womb.
Tłumaczenie: Notre Dame de Paris soundtrack. Przyjemność.
Love is worthless vomit, rotten and putrified, tastes like a bloody excrement which existance is lessthan human urinal.All feelings suffocate with
Meanningless life before death, with your sensuality everyday we sailed.Have you ever felt my end, can you stop for fight inside, are you living for
[Intro:] 44100 Megahertz of homoepathic physicodelic insidious requiem [Continuation of previous theme] Cut, pierce, fuck, cheers... Palpitation aroused
Pulverizing the mouth of vagina, klitoral orgasm sufficient anathema, perished body inapt to incest.Cerebral smell, unhearable scum, vains carrying
Fall of scares all many eyes, pessimism with emptiness.Occasion to vomit my humanity, initial obligation drags my brain innocent face unknown bodies
In my dreams, no my nightmares; in the sea hate with the absence of fate. Blind eyes crying with blood, like a vomit extinguishing my flammy repulsion