There she by the chamber door, even more beautiful than before. Back the dead, a mistress once adored, imagine what those eyes have explored.
Like the rain saltwater onto the wooden floor. She, the one washped up at Fhinstha's shore.
The whore I once raped had suddenly with the abominations of my black semen. Even filthierthan the spawn I gave, an species raised by the witches of the burning cave. my children and let me feel your sulphur breath, follow my footsteps and help me lead the unto their death.
Rise, your wings, fly out the dragon's lair. Two nights, one day, world will be conquered. our kindred, raised by those borne by the air. Two nights, one day, the world will be conquered.
forth, firebreathing whore, take shelter my wings Come forth, whore, and heat my forever more.
...and as death becomes yours my child, all the sins will be revealed. A fairytale of sodomy, and deep never to be healed.
There she lies by the door, even more beautiful than before. Back to the dead, a so adored, Just imagine what eyes will explore.
Her body felt so cold of sin, kissed her before rigor mortis set in. Her flesh was chill as ice... still I caressed her form yet thrice.
Come forth, whore, take shelter 'neath my forth, firebreathing whore, and heat my forever more.