Blaspheme The Abbess کے بول

Bring her to the monestary Where no man is allowed to be Oh where oh where will death decide This twisted pole the bitch will ride I close the door to a sacred room And dissect all of you real soon A desecrated soul and mother of God A fuckfeast in her Christian blood I slit her throat, no one will hear No kind of cries my love my dear My only love is the love of death To hear my victim's final breath I slit her throat, no one will hear No kind of cries my love my dear My only love is the love of death To hear my victim's final breath Blaspheme the abbess The bitch will ride Blaspheme the abbess The bitch will ride, ride Blaspheme the abbess The bitch will ride Blaspheme the abbess The bitch will ride, ride Ride I slit her throat, no one will hear How I cut her snatch, my love my dear I only love the love of death To hear my victim's final breath