Cenotaph Middle Ages Lyrics

Darl tales of middle ages, scent blood and hate;
injustices with theft.
Voices from torture dungeon, guardians with black mask,
irontongs on fire.
Diabolical looks of tormentors, fearness dreams of
imprisoners.
Pain and agony, killers of shouts, suffocaters of
cries, satisfy shouting revenge dungeon.
Servitude abases the human conscience, confiscates the
conniving slaves.
Aggrogance of carcass remains show their anger with a
strong congeal.
Taste the cold but ardent carver can easily chop you in
two in a minute then easily be commemorated.
Bowling girl, increases his appetitle, amorphous vagina caused by pulverizing,
Became turbid with her breasts then klitoris
consequently.
Chewing her soft klito, feeling her hot capillary
vessels.
Toilsome torture goes on and the last and the worst
mistake she has ever done,
Misfortunate of others, agonizing bodies of minority.
Maltreat of the mankind, first push the tongue into the
maidens p*ssy then bite hardly with a gorment.
Listen her last cries as a hymn
As a satisfactory orgasm makes it wargasm consequently
on your mind,
Then leaves you with an unbearable sophisticated
apoplexy.