Fleshcrawling Blasphemy

Pierced in thorns engraved in scorn, only research of the pleasure high born.
What I can feel is the scream of my needs, we're now sinners don't you believe?
What bring my brides lewdness inside? Actions, reflections can't be all mine.
Muse of pity you're bleeding for me, bend down your head and vomit your sins!
Defiant creation youthfulness and submission, scourge your limbs without compassion
You loot your heaven in mud
Blood - fill my orgasm and deny your belief
You - creator of crimes is the power
Unleashed of the never-ending fight.
Mirror of horrors once again never for my eyes.

Mortal reflection growing reaction inside
Divine possession whipping by main force
All you feel is my creation
Panting die!

Harder exceed crown my seed
Poison for my veins your torment enshrouds
My brain

Defiant creation youthfulness and submission
Scourge your limbs without compassion
You loot your heaven in mud
Blood - fill my orgasm and deny your belief.
You - creator of crimes is the power
Unleashed of the never-ending fight.
Mirror of horrors once again never for my eyes.