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The Satyrs of the Fucking Pits
She cums face down on a bed of pine
Needles tickling the bare naked flesh
Tattooed and tattered, you know
That she is mine
I found her there at the dusty crossroads
Twisted in the throes of pain untold
When her scarred heart labored with grief
Unanswered prayers left her in too deep
The drugs, they fail to numb the pain
Staining her body, soul and name
The town whore turning tricks for treats
Used ‘til useless ‘til she lays in the weeds
The vultures strip the bones
Of tender meat
All is long gone
Bleached in the summer heat
She had just one care
Just one little prayer
In a world cold and unfit
She needed just one
Person to give a shit
But there was no savior
A wolf in sheep’s flesh, a devil
Heard her wish, one caress
To love, to suck
The satyrs from the fucking pits
Pentagrams carved into the flesh and stone
Enter mystical creatures’ meaty bones
Dark phoenix arise for fucking
After the crimson dragons get their sucking
Hang fake martyrs and crucify
Listen to little children cry
As Hell’s angels pound the pink meat
The moans of Lucifer can be heard from Heaven’s seats
And there rose great corpses, necrotic and pure
Took their place ‘twixt her thighs, tested and sure
Upon the face of such disgrace
She will scrape her knees in white wedding lace
As vampires suck the blood from thighs
Spread open and ready for night
The Elder Gods stir with hard ons
Polishing immortal cocks like she’s the only one
She had just one wish
To revel in caress
Her kiss turned into a blow
On her bloody knees
She took the filthy flow
Over and over and over again and again
The demons strip the meat
From naked forms
Between the sheets
At last she grew her horns
Lo, there was a savior
Sent in the guise of the devil
Heard her wish, one caress
To love, to suck
The satyrs of the fucking pits
Needles tickling the bare naked flesh
Tattooed and tattered, you know
That she is mine
I found her there at the dusty crossroads
Twisted in the throes of pain untold
When her scarred heart labored with grief
Unanswered prayers left her in too deep
The drugs, they fail to numb the pain
Staining her body, soul and name
The town whore turning tricks for treats
Used ‘til useless ‘til she lays in the weeds
The vultures strip the bones
Of tender meat
All is long gone
Bleached in the summer heat
She had just one care
Just one little prayer
In a world cold and unfit
She needed just one
Person to give a shit
But there was no savior
A wolf in sheep’s flesh, a devil
Heard her wish, one caress
To love, to suck
The satyrs from the fucking pits
Pentagrams carved into the flesh and stone
Enter mystical creatures’ meaty bones
Dark phoenix arise for fucking
After the crimson dragons get their sucking
Hang fake martyrs and crucify
Listen to little children cry
As Hell’s angels pound the pink meat
The moans of Lucifer can be heard from Heaven’s seats
And there rose great corpses, necrotic and pure
Took their place ‘twixt her thighs, tested and sure
Upon the face of such disgrace
She will scrape her knees in white wedding lace
As vampires suck the blood from thighs
Spread open and ready for night
The Elder Gods stir with hard ons
Polishing immortal cocks like she’s the only one
She had just one wish
To revel in caress
Her kiss turned into a blow
On her bloody knees
She took the filthy flow
Over and over and over again and again
The demons strip the meat
From naked forms
Between the sheets
At last she grew her horns
Lo, there was a savior
Sent in the guise of the devil
Heard her wish, one caress
To love, to suck
The satyrs of the fucking pits
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