Last-Serenade

Stay tuned with your own demons They give you twice the strenght to live Everytime I die I Smell'em Everytime I'm down they give me joy Cursed purity pleasures me Like Jesus' death pleasured Satan Deep inside I wanna suffer But my demons keep me smiling I wish I was buried in a coffin Just wish I was buried in a fuckin' coffin I wait for death As if it was a gift from the demons That made a hole in my chest Instead of an heart Stay tuned with your own demons!

Bathing in blood of young virgins Flagellation rulled her mind Others' pain as a delight Devilish thoughts rulled her mind The Bloody Lady loved to teach young girls noble manners Torture, sadism and murder were her way Báthory's inbred made her psychotic An antisocial personality disorder which made her brutal instincts Take control of her life and her desire of being forever young Flesh's smell made her cum like hell From Cachtice were noticed screams of pain and agony Which were giving Báthory nothing but an orgasmic lesbianic taste Once upon a time There was a countess Who lived by blood, death and lust