She could find salvation from anyone
She is collecting that salvations now
Take her sorrow and make it mine
Put a knife on her wrist, put that on my wrist too
And make a solemn promise when the death has come
There will be nothing left and nothing torment us again
And make another promise when the death has come
There will be nothing left and nothing can save us again

Blood, cum and shit

Her crying, my pleasure
Mixed with desire, but can not be the one
In the chaos, I was born
Now I return in blood, cum and shit