Pregnant Whore Lyrics
I licked your breasts lacerated by my bitesI kissed your palpitant vulvaI wide your mouth with my handsmy tongue on your body sharp like a razor bladeMy atheism turns into cruel iconoclastymy turgid glandis caress Our Lady's faceif only she could groan with me - from that cold recessPregnant whore: the fruid of your womb I'll devourOh - I'd fuck you in a churchin order to be close to GodChrist, motionless upon his crosswill be present at our embracePregnant whore: the fruit of your womb I'll devourhis heart and your - motherI'll offer to the Lord - Virgin Mary!We'll moisten the altar with sperm and bloodangels will be there to watchsmell of incense inebriates our bodiesthe echo of our cries resound in the gloomy chapelPregnant whore: name of all saintsI invoke for our glory - oh mother - in front of your LordPregnant whore: if Christ was alive on that crosshe fled away with horror and disgustor came to take delight himselfinside you - pregnant whore
Funeral Oration Pregnant Whore
