Wet Veils

The silence, tepidness, brothel of nuns
sinuous moans coming from licentious cells
bring peace and relief to this place of pain
his pain to be a eunuch in the sky.

Perverted sluts, your holy faith is to sin
longing for pole, long radiant filaments flow
from your damp and rosy caves.

How many games these sttrange creatures can play,
each part of their flesh is an hymn to impiety.
To pray, to dribble, no contrition, just lust.
Hands, feet and crosses fill up their twats
convent means forge of pious whores

Perverted sluts, your downy skin is fading,
volupiuousness, nothing of this real world,
can be found after a mortal death.

Freshness of girl don't be humbled by belief
swallow the white font of life,
instead of bastard christ of blood.

To pray, the virgin bitch.
My vestal basin let you huge lips squirt,
drown my soul in sin, with your female seed.