Stabbed By The Horns by Ragnarok
Gasping in the night, stabbed by the horns
Moans beneath the pentagram, fuelling the spirit of the
ritual
Shivers hanging from the cross
Blood streaming from the signs on your chest
Possessive hands coming forth from the night
Strapped before the signs of Hell
You're shivering, goose bumped shivering
Split your legs apart, riding the thorns, eyes white
rolling in possession
For the shadow you shall spread, pulled to the horned,
forcing penetration
Horned for the beast, for me the path growing stronger
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