forge my sword this war must last forever, until the falls from his throne now I forge my sword dreaming of sweetest stench, stench of the dead god
, R'Vannith, R'Vannith she cried As the last of her kinsmen fell dead by her side Oh why could I not stand with my warrior queen There to share sweet
for human feces These lesion ridden cunts mean nothing to me But their bowels possess the key to my nourishment Unhealthy hunger escalating from the stench
all But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh And steaming Stench
anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his
the ravens reply With every gasp With every breath Smoke fills my lungs And my intestines wrench With every gasp The sweet taste of death The air is full Of a thick pungent stench
a field, which was wide and expansive They waited in silence both ready and pensive The grassland was strewn with small crimson petals Their fragrance was sweet with the stench
They waited in silence both ready and pensive The grassland was strewn with small crimson petals Their fragrance was sweet with the stench of the devil
the wicked shit is in your mind Enter my house my haunted house its only covered with dirt and grime Oh yes i think i feel a presence More dead bodies
of it like Manson when you're fuckin' dead I'll be cheerin' like Ted Danson prancin' all over your grave I'm snickerin' go to the house o' the dead and
strays Fools! I shall rid myself from the thorns pierced in my side The weak laments of your wounded shall be my crown Anointed in their tears... sweet
last breath You played your games with me Love made me blind now I can see You wanted my money but I'm not rich Whatever you got, you deserve it bitch Dead
devour orgasms of blood singing an ode of selfishness into a sea, putrid recognizance a stench of sex so strong, taste it on my tongue sweet poison caressing
pride Burning in my asshole Fermentation in my guts Extended lustful groaning Explosions from my anus Apocalypse in my toilet I give birth to fancy cakes Sweet turbo stench
through the mouth the blackest blood flows Save it for another day Savor the vile abundance of gruesome acts Dead is like being alive Stench of
trois that sings to me Sinfully When god plays along Jolie Holland: What you want with a woman who won't do what you say? Sage: I was sweet on her She was sweet
the myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they
and they said Ding Dong The Witch is dead from the bars of Milwaukee to the Forests of Bend she was driven out of the city on her own Stench Bridge
