Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Cunt Die

I could tell you tales of visions, thoughts from which I hide

The fear within this shell that I call my reflects the darkness
pit of agony into which
I have been cast by who do not see the pain

Draining down you inner thigh, what you as sex
Nails I drive deep into the vagina, ceasing the piercing
What was once your is now my throbbing toy
I the hammer deeper to block the pain from my mind

bloody whore who I once told I loved
Has become a pile of mangled swarming with insect
As I dissect her unborn fetus I her whisper one last cry
Begging her false for forgiveness,
I rape her in the of Jesus Christ

I feel no for this disgrace, this atrocity
Her very existence being an to humanity
are so many like her waiting to be dead
My insanity is my creativity while clearing out my

These things that I have done are purged from
But those which linger turn my black

I wish I could my hatred on myself, I want to die
But there is a force which seems to hold me back

Pleading with her god to make my torment
Hearing my own cries, I drive myself
she lives through my climax so she can choke
On the steaming slop I spurt all over her face

That must die

I want this vision of torment to forever in my mind
To stifle the that tears ravenously at my soul
Her death secure my piece of mind for now
But soon another will die for Satan