Paroles de Imp

Imp A corrupt danceCopulating merrimentUpon foul divinityKnow ye a scar most black to the boneCantankerous to your pumping wishing heartExcretory incense cleanse filth with filth by way of illImp a tiresome devilDevil sometime an impCackling scout to undesireTrident brand strident pulses in a crackling fireRitual licking and kissing soot of hearthThe trolls eye a glowing coalDies when rapture ruptures from the witches gutGut feeling fire a wearisome imp