Sleepy Beauty

Panonski Sindrom

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Blood washed hands in these fields of love
I don't need any reason.
Yes, I created with death infected
This mutilation of empty soul.
Soon I feel your fulfilled scorn
Smell of fear without control.
I'm stabbin' fast and I'm sure it will last
Until you will reach your lord.
I will slay you
And now I will rape you

Going slow, wild down, deep and raw
I'm sure you will pray for more.
Wrath unfolds left you without hope
Just without any pity at all.
Sadistic thought is going strong
I will disintegrate your corpse.
I'm like the vulture a merciful one
Who feeds a hunger with your body and soul.

I have slain you
And now I will rape you

The head is off, it's simple full cutoff
Instant hardening of cock.
Departed bitch makes no sense at all
Comedic sculpture of necrophilic triumph.
Soon I feel your fulfilled scorn
Smell of fear without control.
I'm stabbin' fast and I'm sure it will last
Until you will reach your lord.

I have slain you
And now I will rape you