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Nekrogrävlingens Grotta
02:41
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Ett blottat tjuranus pryder min sköld
Jag vandar med min här i vind och köld
Frosttäckt sperma krasar under våra steg
I horisonten synes en analkletig deg
Sakta små molnstrimmor täcker månens ljus
Likt mörka lockiga rövhår över anuskrus
Ilskna älskogsbröl höres framför oss
I röven vi stoppar gnistrande tomtebloss
Vi söker nekrogrävlingens våldtäktsgrotta
Där ådertäckta kukar i evighet spotta
Odödlighetens nektar vi skall dricka
För att hela konungens såriga tarmspricka
I evig tid har grottan varit svunnen
Efter att siaren tagit avföring i munnen
Så har grottan åter blivit funnen
och snart har segern blivit vunnen
Så nu vi kan känna smegmakukars lukt
Och våta tarmöppningars kletiga fukt
Vårt uppdrag har snart nått sitt slut
Och snart vi smaka livsgivande skjut
Vi söker nekrogrävlingens våldtäktsgrotta
Där ådertäckta kukar i evighet spotta
odödlighetens nektar vi skall dricka
För att hela konungens såriga tarmspricka
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Dildoborn
01:27
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Under the scrotum-shaped moon I was born
From my mothers sore anus I was torn
To be baptised in PVC and vaginal blood
I have been blessed by the rectal Gods
Faggots and queers, turn around and flee
Your screams will fill me with such glee
Dykes and lesbos, reveal your stinking slit
So that I can pulverise your vagina and clit
First my hands, then my head, I can't stop
I bury my phallic body inside of your meat
From within I hear bones crack, snap and pop
My body under your skin, all except my feet
Flesh shrivels and explodes, you're reduced to gore
Covered in internal matter, I have become reborn
My body quivers and erects, as I crave for more
I must possess your body, so I can be dildoborn
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Tunggung
02:00
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The Crusade
01:19
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On a mound of ruptured assholes I stand
In the horizon I see a foreign land
A kingdom undreamed of, where children live free
Well, not for long, I'll fill them with my seed
I make my way over both land and sea
I heed the call, this is my destiny
Do not dread, let them all come to me
For the name of love, why can't you see?
Those whom come in my way I will penetrate
Their hollowed out corpses used to mastrubate
My veins start to grow and finally swell
By the sound of the laughter, by their pure smell
I make my way over both land and sea
I heed the call, this is my destiny
Do not dread, let them all come to me
For the name of love, why can't you see?
On a mound of ruptured assholes - I stood
In the horizon I saw a - foreign land
A kingdom undreamed of, where the - children lived free
Not anymore tough, I've - filled them with my seed
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Ett Hemligt Sällskap
02:03
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Ett hemligt broderskap av rövgröt
Trollkarlar som av dildos njöt
Om hur stora attrapper de fört upp
I stolthet de vanligen skröt
I spermaspyans tecken de i glädje grät
När små pojkar fastnat i deras nät
De vände ut och in på hans ändtarm
Tills pojkens tarm förevigt förblev otät
Spermakletiga troll sjunger i kör
Ur sekret de kärnar oheligt smör
För längesedan i avföringens kanal
Då lavemang med spya fyllde var anal
Härskade brödraskapet i envälde
och deras våldtäktsturné var brutal
Ur tarmsystem de utvann brun juice
Pressade ur allt ur rövhålets ros
För att fullborda ett oheligt recept
Rövmos, tarmjuice och spela blues
Pressar ut saften ur variga rör
Smetar in i ansiktet som sig bör
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The Hairy Beef Curtain
01:50
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I hear the queefs of the oracle
The scent drags me into the unknown
In dreams I witness places forgotten
I see beyond her hairy beef curtain
Her gateway I split, I dive into the slit
Like trudging in moat, my body will bloat
The answers I crave, the price is depraved
Her reeking piss flaps I now have impaled
The fumes burn my nostrils
The smell reminds me of poo
The words she tell me are true
I know what I need to do
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