So come let us drink to the doomed souls of foolish men your chastity I’ll consume, my fathers seed in your womb. The dread before the deed, crisis cruelty conjure my needs Yes! a beast will feast in disbelief, idyllic beauty will cease. Hear howls in cries running cold, then what about the crows hollowContinue reading “Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold”
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