Widows Wail

The widows wail, her nails make holes in your scalp, the bag of bones they break shes just so frail
Decaying hands they prey on royal flesh, in times of chaos sex, all the sex and death

As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale

Living by the sword it's lost control, don't wind up in her clutches, temptress, dutches
Shes fucking your corpse till your dead and dry, ear drums our bursting halting function

As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
She's fucking your corpse till your dead and dry, vaginal wax gushing, sunday forced fed melching
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale, As the widows wail
She's fucking your corpse she's fucking your corpse, till your dead and dry



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Writer(s): Victor Candelaria
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