Veiyadra the defiling

Touched her legs
Full of scars
Malicious feelings overflowing
The war overthrew everything
Goddess sicken by the rotten flesh
As I watch her bleed
with this venal knife
Tearing the wound
Reaching inside
Makes me high as libido
Laying beside her left entrails
Warm and cold
Discharging the lust of putridity
Angels falling down
Visions of war
Tortured by ominous
Flesh of goddess
Defloration
Desecrating the fallen ones
Lost of grace
Awaken for thirst and gore
No living exist
The defiling