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Funereal Malediction

 

Funereal Malediction

(album: La Grande Mascarade - 2020)


Welcome to my ceremony
Malformed, destroyed, rotten, spoilt

Enter my daily desecration
A putrid pile of contamination
Dead meat, a luscious feast
Worship, adore, rotten, spoilt

A lover at best, with great cum-passion for giving head
Oh, sweet fragrance of the dead
A sacrilege at last, an altar of decaying flesh
Sanguine cavity bereft

Enter my daily excoriation
A relationship with acrimony
Dead meat, a rotting heap

Welcome to my ceremony of habitual rape

Funereal malediction
A bless, a curse, a bitter temptation
A malodorous feast of gangrene and viscera
Pushing my meat pole in a sweet rotting hole
Funereal malediction
Gangrene and pus adorn my cock
Thriving my thrust and erection
Funereal malediction

A lover at best, with great cum-passion for giving head
Oh, sweet fragrance of the dead
A sacrilege at last, an altar of decaying flesh
Sanguine cavity bereft

Cadaver love bathing in grime an organic sewer
Cadaver love purulent yet vital for my survival
Cadaver love the intoxicating stench of the dead
Cadaver rot viscera and bile, lubricating my smile

With great amusement I dwell with the dead
The scent of dead meat a breath of fresh air
Intoxicated by caskets and the love-cicles within
I am the purest cardinal sin

With great amusement I dwell with the dead
The scent of dead meat a breath of fresh air
Intoxicated by caskets and the love-cicles within
I am the purest cardinal sin

Cadaver love the intoxicating stench of the dead
Cadaver rot viscera and bile, lubricating my smile

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