Until The Young Whore Sings

Until The Young Whore Sings

Oh night embrace your dismal child
Oh lust disgrace me again as once

Oh child tremble through the lips of purity
as the devil lick áll innocence of sanity
Let your tender breasts make sanctity to lie
whore little whore make the angels cry

Wicked grace blessed by horny flesh
sodomising the saints despised
Witch of conquering the circles of the stars
and the legions of the past

Allow these nightmares rape the remains
of my purity