Love Songs
Cindy was a girl, never able to reach the island of ultimate orgasm. Just one penis, no matter how big and hard, to fuck her was not enough. Slowly her body started to take control over her mind and life- was it just simple lust or a curious yearning? To get fucked the most brutal way became her only pleasure... And still she could not get enough meat... And finally one day her vagina forced her to make "the" final decision... Her last one! To evoke some psychopaths was her aim, to fuck her again and again. Her impured cunt and mind became one and made her enter a dimension of total perversion and everlasting screams: " Take my body, it's all yours, teach me how to pass the closed doors, which separate lust from sexual pain." And this was the first step to make her life go down the drain. Abominations with cocks as big and hot as glowing swords, just released from the fire of eternity stuffed her every hole. Cindy felt like her body was just one wide open spread vagina... But still she could not get enough to fulfil her desire. So the creatures started to penetrate her flesh and soon little Cindy was fucked to a bloody mess. Suddenly a strange voice appeared out of nowhere "Let me fuck into her heart and she will be with us forever..." And finally as they penetrated her heart, she passed the frontier between lust and pain... Good and bad was nevermore, God was just a hazy memory. Her body slowly faded away, no time left to pray. With her body forever gone, her soul is condemned to burn in the fire of solitude and everlasting yearning for all times... Now, as I'm standing here at Cindy's grave and the rain of a million centuries is falling down on earth to wash away all the sins, I know: "Death is God and God is the spirit of all sadness and pain. Little girl, I hope one day we will meet again. You know, what I mean, at another place, in another time... Maybe then you will be mine." Try to reach the island in this bloodred sea, try to reach this island, then you will be free!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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I'm standing at the turning lathe, The work is nearly done. A short look at the watch, A small glint of hope. But the machine is using the moment, Picking up the thread, Grasping at my shirt, Threatening to devour me! Torture and carnage and soon I'll be dead, Morbid knocking in my head. Torture and carnage, when will it stop? Morbid knocking makes me a clot. The workpiece is ending through my head, Two thousand times in one minute. My eyes swell and burst. The result is enormous deformation. Gears become the register Of the seconds of my fading life. The machine is splashing my warm blood And painting macabre designs on the wall. Fragments of bones are smelling up the air And liquid flesh is dripping from the table constantly. Morbid knocking! Morbid knocking! Morbid knocking! Morbid - knocking! The machine is raging like mad, Playing with the last spark of my energy. I'm still standing at the turning lathe, But the work is done now. The tool of horror gets slower and slower And as it's standing still, My hacked body is sinking to the floor And I'm bathing in myself, And I'm bathing in myself!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026