Sermon That Unveils The Forbidden.
Hidden N The Congregation With Eyes That Chill A Soul.
Toll Of Sin, Branded On Her Skin. The Sweeter Parts Of Brimstone Her Perfume.
D.O.O.M., Says A Churchgoer Flipping A Dime.
Time Reveals Who All R Lost.
Mist Touched By Toxic 2 B Seen.
Lean & Sexy, Our Daemon, As She Muses Pon Closer Mosaic.
Music Of Choir, Going Bad, Teases Her Senses.
Instances Of Hellish Clarity Keep Her Fouler Disposition.
Armageddon, She Whispers Along With, Our Devil Will Win.