Bathory - Blood and soil

The altar covered in life giving cum
the smell of forever running wet cunts
Flesh and sweat
dancing bare limbs around the fire
the sound of clashing wet bodies and sighs
Dry throats and warm blood
the rite, the collecting of sperm and milk from young breasts
Lust instead of God
on the altar of masturbating
fuckin' human flesh
Wet limbs lie down to dry in the winds
symbols painted with blood on bare skin
Earth now nourished with milk and with cum
celebration of nature is done
Come sun and gentle rain our gift is made
so that the soil can give birth
The seed and milk remains in the domains of the deep womb of mother Earth