Mystirium Suking Her Dark Blood
Beneath the bloody cover I wake up from the virgins’
sexual lust
I can’t wait under the dark while I’m alone
I need to the virgins dark lips to kiss
Inside my hurt I have the lust to the blood and wine
I’m in the coldest land
There is no one just my darkness crows
I’m waiting to see the bodies
Of filthy virgins of the silent moon
The virgin’s blood
Is dark now
Thy need to my
Suffering screams
I have to call
The lusty souls
To my dark
To spill them hurts
I need to
Suffering screams
The filthy witches
Spill them tears
