Blood Label the black arts

And all you ever think of is that
Hard fucking, sweet fucking
I am not made of stone
The rough sex, a deep hex
That turns me into a mindless drone
She is a sorceress
With tits and ass, she casts her spell
Black magic and dirty talk is how she catches you
In her web
You get caught in her web
You’re so perfect
I can’t let you go
You belong to me
Here in the dark we found our place
To indulge in nature’s game
The Black Arts has never felt this great
So here we go again
So here we go again and again
In the art of seduction
She performs near perfection
The Black Arts have never felt this great
For as long as I have lived
I haven’t felt such a sense of purpose
I can’t let you go, I won’t let you go
You belong to me