Sextrash
EP • 1989
It's full moon The wolves cry their songs It's heard dread screams The horror as ready Whores murdered Their corpses Greatings to Jack, the ripper... Night's long And violence continues The maniac is starving for sex Has pleasure a killing His victins shout And you smile You want more sex And you eyes ask for blood Night's your home You're not afraid And your identity Is your big secret You don't fear the death And gate on the bitch flowing blood Fuck and kill, this is your glory...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
The bells of lust start to toll And the orgy begins The woman is set over the altar The ritual is started The woman is ripped And whispers incoherent words The movements & penetration are faster The sacred moment neared... Now the woman winds And scream as she come She tells to me And I vomit sperm on her lips...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
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