The Babylonian whore drink's thee blood.
Buried eyes in her hand.
She waits the bless' of new born flesh.
In her womb blithering memories.
Pleasure of pain.
Of pain.
This is the
construction of your mind.
The emptiness
measure of the human stain.
With unholy
thoughts of dignity.
You are mine
knife of agony.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
