Making love with the death

Those obscene black silhouettes over the altar of nights
With every wolfen libido howling a caress of shadows weeps lascivious
Cumming in her bed among purple sheets of libertine silk
Tearing and licking disdains from her vomited romance

Making the love with the death
Banshee belladonna
The fertile ishtar and virgin of our apocalypse
Seen through karmina's passion in darkness
Where the gates of gothic twilight
Is red amphitheatre upon the bleeding kisses of lilinas

Rosefire

The carnivore luxura takes her prey with hung
Above melted fears sundering within her menstrual pale rain
Until she fornicate with witches into the autumn of nights
In her carnal paradise where dismal phantoms seduce
And Bacchus reign the satyrs that rides her lust
She spit the sacred christ communion

A serenade of black widows in zeal
Evoke the panic lands of lore for tonight

Flowers of blood and flesh are sprayed all my way to hell
Evil beauty waves like abigor's drunken flames
Entering diarrehicaly towards heaven's doors

As bestrialice thirst
She's the rose and serpent that embraces night's tongue
From hidden gardens of ebony dreams
Where her naked spectre sucks the breast of fullmoon
She's that mist descending from profound forests
Heretic sphinx of carrion seduction
My chalice of blood and semen
The perfume that excites angels and demons

Across coffins of lethargic nightmares
Deicides masturbation never ends
As despaired beg for her sodomizing alchemy
The true cryptic eyes from devil's whore

Mother lamia
Sapor Erzebeth captive of your hungry spell I am
Together we are crucified on the blood-flaming cross of sodom
Kept by the vestal demonises for eternally
Forever I have turn my nightfall bestiality
In your inner dementiality

Erotic misanthrope
My dear iron rose
With the Attila's wine I toast forever for your legacy
As I awake from my tomb I feel the kiss of your damned love
My love