Panonski Sindrom

Sleepy Beauty

Panonski Sindrom


Blood washed hands in these fields of love 
I don't need any reason. 
Yes, I created with death infected 
This mutilation of empty soul. 
Soon I feel your fulfilled scorn 
Smell of fear without control. 
I'm stabbin' fast and I'm sure it will last 
Until you will reach your lord. 
I will slay you 
And now I will rape you 

Going slow, wild down, deep and raw 
I'm sure you will pray for more. 
Wrath unfolds left you without hope 
Just without any pity at all. 
Sadistic thought is going strong 
I will disintegrate your corpse. 
I'm like the vulture a merciful one 
Who feeds a hunger with your body and soul. 

I have slain you 
And now I will rape you 

The head is off, it's simple full cutoff 
Instant hardening of cock. 
Departed bitch makes no sense at all 
Comedic sculpture of necrophilic triumph. 
Soon I feel your fulfilled scorn 
Smell of fear without control. 
I'm stabbin' fast and I'm sure it will last 
Until you will reach your lord. 

I have slain you 
And now I will rape you