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DEVIL'S WHORE

In the mists of the shrouded nightfall,
Comes a stranger seeking tales of loathsome calls.
Eyes gleaming with eagerness
For a song�s caress.
The moon flickers through the canopy
Of the wailing spirits entombed in the trees,
Stories to be told
Of the days before the mold.
There is one
Whom long shunned the sun.
With polished talons, beckons to her lair
To tell you tale full of horrors and despair.
Now listen�

Under the Carpathian moonlight
In forests of the Countess� blight,
She still lingers with her fingers of crimson stains.
Dipped in the blood of hundreds,
She licks herself clean.
Spreading legs for her horror hole,
With a gilded phallus she works
Herself into a sweating sheen.

In life she had many lovers
Suiting her needs between the covers,
Kissing the flesh smelling of the recently dead.
Full of morbid curiosity,
Playing before she eats,
Lavished plates of fruit and cheese
While she smiled wickedly
And feasted on the meat.

So many times the pleasures of the flesh eluded her,
A noble little bitch of the lord who would burn.
Set her on the path of the damning words that she spurned.
So she could finally indulge the pleasure that she learned,

Devil�s whore
Spread on the floor.
Await the demon
To blow it�s semen,
In her gilded twat
To rot
The walls of God away.

She is a maker of monstrosities,
Earning her place while on her knees.
Birthing of the Damian lord on blood soaked floors.
The bitch of hell, devil�s slut,
She�s a means to an end.
The royal slave awaiting
The return of her demon lord
To set her will to bend.

Soon her very soul was set to fall,
Shunned by God into the great beast�s maw,
Smothered in the embrace of another God.
Pleasures with the Anti-Christ,
Stained by ejaculate.
Deep inside her glory hole
Something unholy takes to life,
To burst to Dominate!