1. In Darkness Dwells Vice

I'm slave – slave of the worst kind.
Always waiting for more suffering.
Humiliate my body and soul.
I can no longer care.
I made my choice and I'm...
Glad to live in deep shit.
Fecal presents addict.
I see no way out.
I'll remain your pet.
Pain will make shout.
And wet my pants.
Time and again in darkness dwells vice.
(Glamour pin-up smile with cumstains on her cheek)
Epagneul My food is served on the floor in poussiere Table basse.
You eat upon me and use as a towel my public hair Cabinets.
Would you ease your bowels on me.
Septic tank.
Basketball If you feel like beating, come and spank.
Glad to live in deep shit.
Fecal presents addict.
Whatever I do all I see is vice.
Wherever I go, wherever I'm going.
Whatever I do all I see is vice.
Wherever I go I make my show.

2. Entrez Le Carnaval

Les clowns moqueurs, les jongleurs de boules,
les acrobates, les magiciens, tout le monde danse en liesse.
La frenesie et le desir virevoltent et une etrange sarabande deguisee.
Entrez le carnaval – Joignez-vous la fete !

Tear this town to ruins.
Today the freaks they got elected.
We've taken power by force.
And celebrate it in joy.
Dance la Carnivala.
Much more violent than la Bamba.
Sexier than la Lambada.

We shall destroy la discotheka.
Enter the Carnival.
Orgiastic ritual.
People dancing naked.
A giant sexual fucking the wealthy.
Hidden aims are reached by all in this Carnival in Coal.
Universal orgy.
We shall infringe the laws of good taste.
As we reign in fear.
With lust in our souls.
Bodies bathing in pools of gastric evacuations
are breathing their lungs off with satisfaction and tiredness.
A new reign has come where lust is the law and sex is the money.
Where the impotent are thrown to jail.
And the frigid are shot in public.
Vivalavida di mierda.

3. Urine Facewash

Twelve gallons of urine right in your face.
Yet you cry for more but my cock now spits blood.
Your lust for my human Champagne's nice to see.
Your big mouth is the best bowl for me to pee.
Open it wide and swallow it swine.
And beg once again to taste my private wine.

I'll beat you to death if you turn you head.
The liquid divine must be appreciated.

Urine Facewash.
You feel it on your cheeks.
Feel the hot stream rushing down your neck.

You spread it all over your breasts.
This pretty sight pleases me as I cum on your hair.

You're beautiful.
You're my urea babe honey.
My bladder goddess in wet pants.
You're the one to love the real way.
I'll give you my heart but now take this.
An energy drink delivery.
Close your eyes an say "Aaaaah".
A free urine giveaway.
The best gargling will win...
In the name of Gagnahon I curse you to be sacrificed
on the altar of piss Savour the bliss...

4. Got Raped

Got raped at the sex-shop – Funny don' you think.
A forty years old mama found pleasure on my prick.
Got raped at the cinema by two young girlies.
Thought I was Di Caprio, tried to sink my Titanic.
Got raped, violently abused, spoiled...
Got raped by a bisexual football team.
My buttocks still remind me that it wasn't a dream.
Everyone gathers to take advantage of me.
Still I pretend not to agree.
In the forest, at the mountain.
On the beach or at the banks counter.
At the swimming pool, in the train.
At the flute lesson.
At the hospital, at the grocer's.
Under the abribus in my own garden, in my bath.
I'm coming across rapers.
Take me, beat me, eat me, bite me.
Do as if I was a toy and bruise my bones.
Force me, suck me, drink me, then leave me.
Leave me for dead alone.
Where there is no gain.
Push me onto the floor, slam me down on the door.
My screams, my whispers.
Ignore it, fuck me in blood and slaver.
Force a tissue into my mouth.
I'm yours, grab my thighs. (saying)
Nah nah nah, nanananah.

5. Yeah, Oystaz

Going to the seaside.
On a hot summer day.
In a Renault Espace.
By the old Abbeville road.
The country's so beautiful.
Did you take the "Surfin' M.O.D" record ?
And the Snuls tape, I can't do without you know.
What if we stopped at Happiness House.
We could have a beer, listen to black metal ?
Yeah ! Everybody for an oystaz party.
Everybody steps into a snack.
Everybody whistles at the waitress.
Everybody glances at her ass (terribly sorry but there are no oystaz left)
Going to the sea for the oystaz feast.
Not lucky this time, surely cursed by the Beast.
Not one single oysta all through Fort-Mahon.
We jump in the car and we rush to Cahon.
Prawns and fish everywhere, no oystaz left Quend Plage, Le crotoy, Cayeux.
For nails we did these kilometers.
Je ne vais plus a la mer, il faut que je vous raconte.
Dans un tout petit resto, il y avait beaucoup de monde,
je demandais des huitres, la serveuse me repond: "desolee, i' n'a pu"
J'avais pas l'air d'un con.
On a tout dechenille, c'est ainsi avec nous.
Quand on est contrarie, on rigole pas des genoux.
Et aujourd'hui encore, et ce n'est vraiment pas de bol.
Tout le monde se souvient de CARNIVAL IN COAL.
On allait a la mer... pour y manger des huitres...

6. Narrow-Minded Sexist Pig

Metal Music's a man's man's world it must be done
with muscles and force Cannot Rock with half a crotch.
Cannot boogie if you ain't go balls.
The girl's place is backstage.
To satisfy the victorious warrior.
So ungrab that mike you bitch.
I'm a narrow-minded sexist pig.
Doro Pesh or Lee Aaron.
Who can recall one of their tunes ?
Same thing for the so-called Rock Goddess, Runaways, Cheetah or Girlschool.
They all wanted to play boy's games.
They won nothing but self-humiliation.
Kat's been the only one to succeed.
But she was a guy wearing a skirt and a wig.

We take their constitution into account Female bodies are weaker than ours.
I'll prove I'm right with this: Could a woman play that pleasant bridge?
Many bands' work spoiled by braying cuties.
Singing out of tune two times out of three History shows us that we're right.
All rock geniuses were men.
Find me she-Zappa, find me a she Elvis.
Find me a she Lennon, find me a she-Hendrix.
The girl's place is definitely backstage to satisfy
the victorious warrior or in a recording studio,
to clean the johns. Not in front of a microphone.

This one's a tribute to cum tanks.
With well-shaped hips and boobs like bumpers.
Who know where female talent lies : Sluts, whores & pornostars.
They never wanted to play boy's games.
They won nothing but congratulations.
They may be held in high esteem.
They sure deserve a better reputation.
This one's a tribute to cum tanks.
Bad girls don't get bored in hell.

7. A Swedish Winter Tale

So there was I, alone and lonely.
But with a mighty sword.
At the very very end of a deep deep forest in the white white snow.
And a happy happy bird it sang to me this song:
"O Warrior You who hold the sword to fight against forces of Good and Evil (and
the Ones in Between).
Go to Rahahaaz.
Tell the Lord of your country.
That we, the people of Nature Shall rise and win ".
So there was I, alone and lonely, when it sang to me this song.

8. She-Male Whoregasm

Is he she, Is she he?
Is that creature a " he " or a " she " ?
A cigar or a lipstick ?
A pussy or a prick ?
An equal taste for clits and dicks.
A living wonder, a total freak of nature.
Watch it here it comes to boom boom your butt baby.
Lick it better and guide it to orgasm.
The bi-sex doll is gonna bump and grind your belly.
Two good reasons to believe in God Being born with a stick and a slot.
Recto verso is my motto.
What you need is something special.
An anal deviation lesson.
Don't you try to kiss me...never !
Tenderness ain't the point for rapers Recto verso is my motto.

9. XXX Dog Petting

Come.
Come here.
Don't move.
Sit down and...sniff in my pants.

Don't bite.
Lick if you like my smell.
How...how sweet this fur.
Go on, please.
Gentil le chien !
Soon will I come to give you my pride...
(Langue de chien, langue de medecin)
You are my best friend and will stay so now.
Sit on my lap.
It is mesmerizing.
I can't believe it.
I'm so addicted to the way you're lickin'.
No one will tear us apart, never.
(Qui n'aime pas les betes n'aime pas les gens)
Amazed by man's best friend.
Does someone understand ?
(Fais du bien a un chien, il te chie dans la main).

10. Dressed Like Pazuzu

Little boy, thin and small.
Never had a friend, always on his own.
Other children bite and kick him.
Beat and rape him.
Cut and slash his face.
Scratch his innards with blades.
Make him eat his own liver.
Even read his mail.
Poor creature, sad and lost.
Flies lay in his nose when he sleeps at night.
Rabid neighbours bite and kick him.
Beat and rape him.
Pierce his eyes with nails throw his ears to the sea.
Stick some cheese deep in his ass.
Make it eat by a thousand mice.
All this for one good reason : the boy's got something, really different.
The boy's got something that's not the same.
He's got the stuff that makes the different.
And people hate it, it's just a shame.
He's dressed like Pazuzu.
Not in pink and blue.
Dressed like Pazuzu.
Pauvre petit chouchou.
Not in pink and blue.

11. Turn Everything Upside Down Twice

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