Rigor Mortified Grip کے بول

Rotten carcass fast descenting A hollow shell stabbed through the core Winds of hatred sweeps the room As another victim hits the floor. Blood has no limit As i take your last breath Cast into disfigurment Welcome death A twist of sanity obscure defeat Obsessed with the inanimate Procedure forced upon the death Deranged and erect i penetrate Hand that grasp the velvet rope. In a rigor mortified grip Eyes that glister dead distress As semen meet the lip The grip of man upholds. Skin tihtens to the bone Buckled kneels collapse again Your narrow shadow fall in vain Flesh rubbed in certain death Sensen start to boil. Euphoric state of arousement peaks. You and i would up in a coil.