Don't be ashamed
your masturbation
will be better on a cadaver
it's so good and she will say nothing
the moon gives an angelic lividness to the corpse
kiss her and enjoy the bitter taste of death
her breasts are still tepid
ravage her tits
take your spirit until her womb
her youth doesn't matter
enjoy this debauchery of sex, blood and hate
your depravity has no limit
all your senses are developed
prompted by a morbid drive
savour her bloody womb
you like the taste of blood in your throat
wake your necrophiliac instinct
necrophiliac instinct
your pleasure will be
when the virgin corpse
looks like nothing have a ball
her mutilated corpse
reflects your state of desolation
and your taste for death
soil her like a sow
feel this corporal heat flow in your mind
her innocent face waits for your ejaculation