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