I drink the last drop of your blood  I licked your breasts lacerated by my bites  I kissed your palpitant vulva  I wide your mouth with my hands  my tongue on your body sharp like a razor blade    My atheism turns into cruel iconoclasty  my turgid glandis caress Our Lady's face  if only she could groan with me - from that cold recess    Pregnant whore: the fruid of your womb I'll devour    Oh - I'd fuck you in a church  in order to be close to God  Christ, motionless upon his cross  will be present at our embrace    Pregnant whore: the fruit of your womb I'll devour  his heart and your - mother  I'll offer to the Lord - Virgin Mary!    We'll moisten the altar with sperm and blood  angels will be there to watch  smell of incense inebriates our bodies  the echo of our cries resound in the gloomy chapel    Pregnant whore: name of all saints  I invoke for our glory - oh mother - in front of your Lord  Pregnant whore: if Christ was alive on that cross  he fled away with horror and disgust  or came to take delight himself  inside you - pregnant whore