Injured By Extrasensorial Communications
Evil faces poject over the walls.
Exhaling black smoke. Horror.
Bloody nightmare.
My corporal levitation afraid to me.
The shade of dead people appears.
And I can't to scream.
Frozen sounds paralizing my body.
I look behind. And I can see a crucified body.
Rotting. A beautiful witch making me boodoo.
I feel the painful nails piercing my torso.
Oh, fucking witch. On her ritual.
Torturing my spirit and flesh.
Witchcraft. But I know too... the secrets of the black arts
Now you will suffer unholy witch.
Fuck with my sword...
Brutal vagina bleeding. Becoming dust.
I laugh of you because...
No one can destroy me.
