Copulation In Thy Paranormal Forest Lyrics
Whilst thy embers and twine entwinedCelebrating pagan joining, dreadful to the holyA union of blemished flesh-anticipating new designHer perfume was a mix of mandrake and poisonous leavesA noxious scent to mere mortalsYet its alluring fragrance attracted me through the breezeI discovered her lying provocativelyUpon the stump of a fallen oakHer milk white flesh covered in a funeral shroudA gothic romance-enticed to provokeEntering her wantonlyCrushed berries spilled messily from her vaginaFrom the depths leviathan smirkedAs thy moon ebbed the ocean tidesMy bewitching mistress became as wolfClutching her hipbones, she promised to provideDemoness her paint applied strategically by azazelId assume she was sent from heavenYet she resides luxuriouslyIn a jewel covered castle in hellIn desperation, I hold my orgasm at bayVampirising each other, biting deep and hardThe deceiving fog shrouds orgiastic deviltryAnd the trolls and faeries pay us no regardA Victorian 18th century cemeteryHeld the confines in which we conducted our fareAnd death appeared to endorse usRiding atop a gorgeous black mareCrimson cascading in torrentsCanines pricking our jugular veinsAnd our lewd, lasvicious behavior warrantsA need for those derangedWe culminated our ritualBy fucking in the coffins of those newly disinterredSet up an audience of Christian skeletonsTo applaud the absurdTorches aligned with the finest incenseHallucinogenic aphrodisiacs ingestedInvolved in the tradition of occultic sexWhich the church has always detestedAren't thine drunk on spurt wineAnd baffled by drugs-Lady Fair?Shall thou beg for more of my plowOr the violent pulling of platinum hair?Once delicious aristocrats rose, virtually transparentYet still visible were their tattered noble clothesRich heritage apparentFortunately they sold their soulsTo watch pornographyAnd throw roses upon our dramatic parolesAroused by our version of tracheotomyNearing climax A pack of wolves began bayingTowards the nocturnal sunThirst corrupt they descended upon my harlotTo lick her wound, dripping with blood and cumTwas upon a midnight drearyOur legend became subject for inquiryThrice repeated our love completedGhost paths carved- a story never repeated
Willow Wisp Copulation In Thy Paranormal Forest
