Necrolust of the Whore of Whormalton
It needs to be darker
Before you can ravage
My filthy, putrid
Maggot ridden corpse
Oh baby your arm just fell off
You remind me of my ex-girlfriend
She was a leper
Silence vile beast!
You will be my eternal
Necro-sex-slave!
And then, at the end of all ages
The necro-slave was relieved
For the gods, he thought
Had come to free his enslaved soul!
Cursed Balfabar, I am Samoth, God of Heavy.
Your lust for the necroworld will leave you lost
in a cesspool of filth and decay,
home of the whore of whormalton
