The Face of Death
I know that you don't want it.
But that doesn't deter me from my objective.
In my cross-hairs for such a long time.
Routine memorized to benefit me.
You don't have time to pray.
As you're suddenly snatched away.
From the nightly walk you've traveled so many times before.
Tear away your clothes while hand covers hole.
I don't need you to alert anyone.
Shedding tears of fear, violations here.
Your dry cunt makes me come with ease...ease.
I am the face of death!
I alone have sealed your fate.
I am the face of death!
Slowly slip away from me.
Dead and abandoned in the bushes.
Your only purpose was to relieve me.
Relieve the pressure from my loins.
Conceited cunting whore.
La Cara de la Muerte
Sé que no lo quieres.
Pero eso no me detiene de mi objetivo.
En mi mira por tanto tiempo.
Rutina memorizada para beneficiarme.
No tienes tiempo para rezar.
Mientras eres arrebatado repentinamente.
De la caminata nocturna que has recorrido tantas veces antes.
Arrancar tu ropa mientras la mano cubre el agujero.
No necesito que alertes a nadie.
Derramando lágrimas de miedo, violaciones aquí.
Tu coño seco me hace venir con facilidad... facilidad.
¡Soy la cara de la muerte!
Yo solo he sellado tu destino.
¡Soy la cara de la muerte!
Lentamente te alejas de mí.
Muerta y abandonada en los arbustos.
Tu único propósito era aliviarme.
Aliviar la presión de mis lomos.
Zorra engreída y condescendiente.