The Consequence کے بول

Desire sets your body on fire, keeps you aflame and burning misconducts your very soul as I´m your chosen lust tonight. There is a hunger in your look, pleasing me for your goals like a fly in a spider´s web consumed by it´s enslaver. In fact I am a deceiver, an attractive but dangerous beast as the virus will attack you from within you shall wish that you could die - you will die! bridge: Numbing of the flesh dense slime from your vagina black spots - covered skin feaverous frost attacks. chorus: Unprotected, force injected you can´t resist my venomeous intruder at all. Undetected, slowly infected The consequence: your death is imminent!