Middle Ages by Cenotaph Lyrics

Darl tales of middle ages, scent blood and hate; injustices with theft
Voices from torture dungeon, guardians with black mask, irontongs on fire
Diabolical looks of tormentors, fearness dreams of imprisoners
Pain and agony, killers of shouts, suffocaters of cries, satisfy shouting revenge dungeon
Servitude abases the human conscience, confiscates the conniving slaves
Aggrogance of carcass remains show their anger with a strong congeal
Taste the cold but ardent carver can easily chop you in two in a minute then easily be commemorated
Bowling girl, increases his appetitle, amorphous vagina caused by pulverizing
Became turbid with her breasts then klitoris consequently
Chewing her soft klito, feeling her hot capillary vessels
Toilsome torture goes on and the last and the worst mistake she has ever done
Misfortunate of others, agonizing bodies of minority
Maltreat of the mankind, first push the tongue into the maidens pussy then bite hardly with a gorment
Listen her last cries as a hymn
As a satisfactory orgasm makes it wargasm consequently on your mind
Then leaves you with an unbearable sophisticated apoplexy