Goatwhore - Invert the Virgin
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Slice Open The Whores Neck
Invoke The Blood
Bathe In The Warm Red
Invert Her Virgin Soul

Her Soul Was Once Pure
Now She Is But A Whore
She Is Now Possessed
In The Grip Of Darkness

Invert The Virgin [X3]... Invert

She Lies Dead On The Altar
The Incubus Licks Her Flesh
As We Start The Ritual
In Her Virgin Blood

Her Corpse Is Now A Shell
For The Master To Be Born
Through The Darkness He Comes
Crawling Forth From Hell

His Pain Is Adorned
With Thorns From A Fallen King
His Strength Is Covered
With Lust Of The Fallen Few