Disfiguring The Goddess Sinder Form
Vows of sow confirm
I yet of man and still flesh shall remain free
To ever be the serenity
To malfest the sinder form
Oh, sinister, oh sister
Blood boils, a waste
Ten fouls, to lay waste my three heads
Think once
My triplets carry one sword
The sword of my body, strong and full mast pierce the veil of innocents
My blood bouls, enlarged
To one a slicing elongated
Arm of power, Arm of unreason
My eyes tingle, my brain enlarged
My vision blurry. I can not stop this force
I can not stop this motion
This ocean of Time, the layers freeze still
I will live forever
My disease is my line
My form. Before born
My claim to the thorn
Pierce you from within
My seed has just begun
