The widows wail, her nails make holes in your scalp, the bag of bones they break shes just so frail
Decaying hands they prey on royal flesh, in times of chaos sex, all the sex and death
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
Living by the sword it's lost control, don't wind up in her clutches, temptress, dutches
Shes f*cking your corpse till your dead and dry, ear drums our bursting halting function
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
She's f*cking your corpse till your dead and dry, vaginal wax gushing, sunday forced fed melching
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale, As the widows wail
She's f*cking your corpse she's f*cking your corpse, till your dead and dry
Casket Dancer - Widows Wail Lyrics
Casket Dancer - Widows Wail Lyrics
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The widows wail, her nails make holes in your scalp, the bag of bones they break shes just so frail
Decaying hands they prey on royal flesh, in times of chaos sex, all the sex and death
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
Living by the sword it's lost control, don't wind up in her clutches, temptress, dutches
Shes f*cking your corpse till your dead and dry, ear drums our bursting halting function
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
She's f*cking your corpse till your dead and dry, vaginal wax gushing, sunday forced fed melching
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale, As the widows wail
She's f*cking your corpse she's f*cking your corpse, till your dead and dry
Decaying hands they prey on royal flesh, in times of chaos sex, all the sex and death
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
Living by the sword it's lost control, don't wind up in her clutches, temptress, dutches
Shes f*cking your corpse till your dead and dry, ear drums our bursting halting function
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale
She's f*cking your corpse till your dead and dry, vaginal wax gushing, sunday forced fed melching
As the widows wail. she'll make sure your pale, As the widows wail
She's f*cking your corpse she's f*cking your corpse, till your dead and dry
Writer: Victor Candelaria
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