GRIM LUXURIA


Chorus :

Twisted lust on fire, love the bastard liar.  Sick grins of pleasure, warped torsos in heaven, bending tongues - saliva, licking lifeforms of grotesque.  On the floor bones cracking, like evil dogs mauling, grunting in this ecstasy - shaking screaming crawling me ! Pleading eyes mangled faces, torn apart, in growling places.  Ooh this seething cage, white light in vain, arcana exotica - grim exotica.

Twisted lust on fire, love the bastard liar.  Ooh sweet sanctity, - hell is pouring over me.