Aquelarre

-No one knows for sure if everything proclaimed by that unfortunate girl in the torture rack was true, result of an illness, or simply an invention powerful and emphatic enough for them to stop putting her through so much suffering. -sentenced Juanillo- The case is that what she confessed next between shrieks of pain, silenced everyone present in terror and why not, more than one fantasized with being able to see it or participate in it, since there's a little bit of everything in the Lord's vineyard. Rebeca, that was the jewish girl's name, told with luxury of detail how her demon guided her in dreams to a forest on the outskirts of Toledo. It was a night of full moon and a crowd of stars shined so much that they seemed to be leaning to watch the dark sight: a black mass, an orgy in which bodies entwined pleasuring each other. A coven in which there were no rules... And presiding it: Him. The Prince of the Sweet Sorrow.

Coven

Forgetfulness remembered and darkness became illuminated, the laughter burst into tears.

A stone seduced a virgin who unveiled her naked body.

The ritual begins, bodies in dim light drink from other mouths, and get horny.

They lick the lust that lubricates their skin, and to the stars they masturbate on sight.

Let yourself be seduced, come and join in, undress your pudor and give into pleasure.

Let yourself be seduced, seduce me, and by depravation, let yourself be caressed.

The cold took shelter and a tree ran away, the Cross is upside down.

The vice is the virtue, chastity is bisexual, decadence is premiering.

It's a backwards mass, immoral is consecrated, the coven of sin.

Bodies devoted in lascivious communion, holy orgy on the altar.

Let yourself be seduced, come and join in, undress your pudor and give into pleasure.

Let yourself be seduced, seduce me, and by depravation, let yourself be caressed.

Show me your neck and let my fangs break the skin that keeps your blood from being mine, and your life will be eternal. You will die every morning and be re-born at nightfall.

Oh, Lord of the lies, I beg from other lives, duke of vice, prince of sex and pain... Let the lasciviousness enter me, corrupt me and shatters my soul into pieces of pleasure.

The pentacle is my bed, allow them to lick you, and you won't know if you're caressed by a man or a woman.

We'll rape your innocence, orgasms and decadency, someone gets horny on the cross.

And the breeze of death will rot whatever is decent. Come and let yourself be sodomized!

I'm Astaroth, I'm Belial, I'm Lucifer, I'm youw whore, I'm your pimp, whatever you want me to be.

I'm Leviathan, I had sex with Adam, while Eve got horny watching us and joined in.

Let yourself be seduced, come and join in, undress your pudor come and give into pleasure.

Let yourself be seduced, seduce me, by depravation, let yourself be caressed.

Let yourself be seduced, come and join in, undress your pudor come and give into pleasure.

Let yourself be seduced, seduce me, by depravation, let yourself be caressed.

Seduce me, Prince of the Sweet Sorrow. Seduce me, Prince of the Sweet Sorrow.

OOOOOH i get now Thanx Elimination!!!

:)