Lying almost dead between the sinners’ bodies
Cut inside by the flame of the fallen hunnies
Crossing my legs and spread my hands over sadists
Inside of dirty ball of the demonic lost artists
If that is a smell of sex or of the sulfur
Is that the sound of thunder or the music blur?
It must be the light over there or fire vulture
In the middle of satanic ritual or modern culture
.The beast drives my body and guides my hand
I’m seeking the flesh in this badland
Than my eyes not open and it’s dark again!.
Can’t make a move, smudged over the floor
This place is under control of the darkness lord’s law
The skin is bruised not by the nail but by the claw
And lips are covered with a fresh and hot gore
Raising the head seeing zombies walking around
As I’m lying beyond I don’t want me to be found
Was that the orgasm or the close agony sound?
The woman stands near, she looks like a hell hound
The cup with the devil’s goods is crashed on the table
To figure out is that a wine in a jar or a blood, I’m unable
It’s a five-cornered star or somebody’s clothes label?
My heart is wrested out or the pulse isn’t stable?
The heavens crashed down and flowing in my vanes
The sin and wish of sex are ruling in my brains
Their dresses covered by the mud and sweaty stains
These souls will be so soon the devil’s gains
When love is dead at all and heart keeps beating on
If soul stays in a body but it’s cold like a stone
When for the satisfaction we gonna break every bone
Fading out here I`m encountering my private Armageddon!