Blaspheme The Abbess

Bring her to the monestary
Where no man is allowed to be
Oh where oh where will death decide
This twisted pole the bitch will ride
I close the door to a sacred room
And dissect all of you real soon
A desecrated soul and mother of God
A fuckfeast in her Christian blood.

I slit her throat, no one will hear
No kind of cries my love my dear
My only love is the love of death
To hear my victim's final breath.

I slit her throat, no one will hear
No kind of cries my love my dear
My only love is the love of death
To hear my victim's final breath.

Blaspheme the abbess
The bitch will ride
Blaspheme the abbess
The bitch will ride, ride
Blaspheme the abbess
The bitch will ride
Blaspheme the abbess
The bitch will ride, ride
Ride.

I slit her throat, no one will hear
How I cut her snatch, my love my dear
I only love the love of death
To hear my victim's final breath.