Abrahel
Abrahel - Black Lips Of Sexual Doom (The Dark Nymph) songtekst
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Between people of towns and villages Where the roads are steep and stony There's a legend but many have seen A dark nymph with black lips. In woodlands, hills, and near the rivers In pasturelands and crops Many shepherds and peasants have seen A dark nymph with black lips. Sheltered by the leafy cloak of the forest, By the night, by the mist, by the rain... More sly and more silent than a wolf It's told that her feet don't touch the ground. She wears a large diaphanous black dress She doesn't show but insinuates A pretty beauty out of this world Voluptuary lasciviousness. Her skin is whiter than the goat's milk And her voice is sensual and charming Over her back hangs a large flowing black hair And her smile shines brighter than the sun. Sheltered by the leafy cloak of the forest, By the night, by the mist, by the rain... More sly and more silent than a wolf Who sees her never comes back alives. Sweet mainland siren your chant spells and captivates You've got a mission on Earth, don't miss yourself on details. Your capture lies paralysed then now you know what to do... Oh mighty spider from hell, bearer of sexual doom. Of sexual doom... ... doomed to die by a come... ... a bestial orgasmic final blow... ... you kill but present the best of deaths. A bestial orgasmic final blow... ... before the beast appears to nourish. It's hard to work for a man day after day alone. The loneliness burns all the pressing needs of a male. Beware my demon just when you to turn into human state Because you turn into mortal and you adquire their defects But, who wouldn't yield to your rapturous scent? And to the loveliness of your wild-eyed face? Lots of religious men who broke the vow of chastity Were found dead without testicles and penis on high. She is the lustiest Succubus And her name is Abrahel. She is the lustiest Succubus And her name... Sheltered by the leafy cloak of the forest, By the night, by the mist, by the rain... More sly and more silent than a wolf The curvy highway down to perdition. Between people of towns and villages Where the roads are steep and stony There's a legend but many have seen A dark nymph with black lips. In woodlands, hills, and near the rivers In pasturelands and crops Many farmers and muleteers have seen A dark nymph with black lips...