Desolate Predictions

Possessed from the first wicked, so few climb beyond what's mortal
Distance prayers show distance dreams. Why count, you bury all

Will sense show for you the next
Time cracks limbs of understanding

Why count, you bury all

Force out you
Pity vomit will
Cast you as a plague
Female moans, come to me

In all distance glory, fire shall revile
For a moving body, a guided soul

Yes. I'm inside. Will you ever forget
Holy sensation, your sweet connection
Receives it all

I force on you my demon power