Tribulation - Crypt Of Thanatophilia | Текст песни

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The urge grows ever stronger
A tasty stiff is what I need
I can't wait any longer
A dead birth to plant my seed

The stench of death it fills my brain
Rigormortic love satisfaction gained
In here I master what now is mine
Ejaculation turning divine

Desecrate blasphemy
Repulsive misery
A divine dead filling spree
Dead corpse just for me

Hacking their bones while
I lick them so cold inside
I feel their intestines rot
Peeling the skin from the skull
I rip bones from the ribs
Sockets pouring blood

The stench of death it fills my brain
Rigormortic love satisfaction gained
In here I master what now is mine
Ejaculation turning divine

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