Testo Risen To A Flood

And when the lights blessed her skin.
All the hounds began to yell.
Through every single fold and every double chin, red air filled with red smell.
And although the mood was boisterous, they claimed it was no good.
Fell into their own blocked minds and abandoned to the senses flood.
Not meant to be a mistake never. That flood was strong that they still shiver.


And when the lights blessed her skin. All the hound began to yell.
In every single fold and every double chin, red air filled with red smell.
Not meant to be a mistake, never. That Flood was strong that they still shiver.



Obsessed by that day.
Not meant to be a mistake, never.