Purified

Summertime night's alive
Parties thrive
What could go wrong
in Berlin town?
Suite 3 lights out
Emil sits in a shroud
A tramp of a man
Thinks he's God
Eyeing skanks he strokes his cock
Out to conquer Babylon's lot

A ginger head who perked his prick
Begged and screamed as he shoved it in
"Another soul saved" he grinned

Classified insane
I cleanse their sin
Mystified seeing my shadows linger
Petrified by the chase they're bolting
Purified when I deflower them
Under the guise of divine judgement
Tripping bastard thinks he's God incarnate
Raping women his true calling

Doomsday of Emil a sight to behold
Lilith incarnate rips him new holes
Entrails decorate snowed-in Berlin
Cheers of women echo in unison



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Leslie Majors, Lance Lickteig
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