Gasping in the night, stabbed by the horns Moans beneath the pentagram, fuelling the spirit of the ritual Shivers hanging from the cross Blood streaming from the signs on your chest Possessive hands coming forth from the night Strapped before the signs of Hell Youre shivering, goose bumped shivering Split your legs apart, riding the thorns, eyes white rolling in possession For the shadow you shall spread, pulled to the horned, forcing penetration Horned for the beast, for me the path growing stronger Choke hold victory... choke hold victory... Gasping in the night, fulfillment, stabbed by the horns Screams beneath the pentagram, stabbed by the horns Screams beneath the pentagram, hanging upon the inverted cross Raw mercy laid down, occult madness and rituals Goring glory rising the dead, mirroring future in my eyes Youre shivering, no escaping the spells, your shivering is the pleasure Choke hold victory... choke hold victory...
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