Black Pestilence - Countess Of Dominion

From neck to toe dressed in leather and black Steel chains, front to back An eerie look in her eyes Pain or pleasure, I internalize Iron rods through her face She licks her lips, she wants to taste Human flesh of those who dream Only after a hellish scream Countess of Dominion Take me to the pinnacle Of pain or pleasure, a crimson lust Hell’s thrust Countess of Dominion Countess of Dominion My head spins around Steel chains striking with sound I can barely breathe or move Just a sinister internal groove United under Hell’s power An inner urge every hour Constant internal desire Countess take me higher