In the Depth of Sulphur Sea

In the depth of sulphur sea A horned corpse of lust With army of the like Go further and further To the kingdom of she-slaves The queen of whores Doesn't protect her haunt Her daughters are possessed By hot blooded reptiles Be a master, you are a master Tentacles penetrate into their bodies Vibrating ectasy becomes a carnage Pain and suffering are celebrations Their whines are final sounds Their wry faces are the end of beauty Each agony is an art Fulfil the rites of transition I am the rise and very end Give me strenght of black masses Own death is might As well as destruction