The Art ov Blasphemies / Nekrosimon
As the fire dancing and breathing of thy skies When the evil bewitched screaming of pain Thy lust of phantom imagine of her ecstacy The skies turn dark raining of Berserk She pick the mirror of the evil medium And standing proudly as the warrior of the feminine Proclaiming to be the empress of thy devil Trying to reach the aim thy satan And she subconsciously walking in the infinite aim Reaching the evil spell of thy glory She searching for a journal of the wicked spell As the heart will never turn thy white of body She dancing in the fire of cruel Vanishing all thy known of limitation Screaming as to incarnate the fury Furtherance her dance of thy vengeance She feel nothing of thy suffocate Effectiveness the wicked of thy spell The fire turn more cruelly as the sadism of hearth Playing in thy mind soul Ripping the smoothly fleash of the virgin Hatred in the eyes of thy empress of the dark Loosing all the relative of thy sympathy Slashing the virgin body with hundreds of knife of thy beast Thy bewitched seems still dancing As thy ‘unbetrayer’ fire still be her guardians As the vengeance of hatred will never destroy ‘Lunaticalyz’ of attitude officially on her Black full hearth Thy dance of the evil bewitched
Submitted by MetalElf — May 10, 2026
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