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PESSIMIST lyrics : "Whore Of The Undead"

Remove... The satin robe stripped down...
For the ritual knelt in... The sacred
Nonagon she chants the familiar lines


Smoke fills... The hallowed halls
Figures... begin to form

Darkened... Monstrosities descend upon her naked form

Black demonic forms restrain their

Frightened slave she cannot resist
Sexual excess endless sadistic violations!


Clawed hands end her struggle, she gags
On demon seed, know's she nothing more
Than... A vile repulsive !@^% of the undead.


Providing satisfaction, for their hedonic
Lust, now she's nothing more than... A vile

Repulsive !@^% of the undead.

Penetrating evil slicing through her

Soul sodomized in hell
Broken mortal will thrive on the humiliation



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