Screaming Forest Cardinal Begins To Torture The Whores
The last tot of sperm,
Yet hot and dirty.
Shine on whores papillas,
Lips and pusies.
Hands in the chains
Moans and whispers
Slaves of the Jesus
Make the court this.
I am cardinal,
Master of tortures
Master of pain
Of sinful creatures.
This whores - devil's beasts
Fel and pus of earth
Gagging of lord
I will overcome this illnes
Man in black coul
With holes for eyes
Begins the tragedy
With help of fire and iron
Impel to belive
Is long and hard road
Now this whores are free
Their souls are cleen
Their bodies are useless.
