Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reunited, artist - Broken Hope. Album song Loathing, in the genre Date of issue: 27.01.1997
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Reunited |
| An incestuous relationship between mother and son |
| As last rites were read I had tell such a void |
| A loving mother, my life-giver and lover |
| She went away when she slashed her own wrists |
| The relationship with me was too much to bear |
| I watched her buried, her funeral, my heartbreak |
| As last rites were read I left such a void |
| I had to inimately feel her once again |
| I dig deep into my mothers sepulcher |
| Her cold, dead flesh soon stirs my lust |
| Stiffened legs spread to be fucked |
| My undying live, a son’s sick obsession |
| Forcing myself into my mommy’s rigor mortis twat |
| We are finally reunited once again |
| As i engross myself in interment intercourse |
| I unknowingly contract a supernatural disease |
| With incestuous necrophilism there is a price |
| Malodorous malediction from examinate cunts |
| An uncanny imprecation |
| The offensive stink fills my senses |
| With each stroke of my penis inside |
| «Mommy, sweet mommy» I scream as I ejaculate |
| Her flesh, healthy semen conditions her dry, rigid femme canal |
| Pleasure short lived |
| For when I pull out of the disinterred fuck |
| The smell that was created could sicken the dead |
| Forcing myself into my mommy’s rigor mortis twat |
| We are finally reunited once again |
| As I engross myself in interment intercourse |
| I unknowingly contract a supernatural disease |
| With incestuous necrophilism there is a price |
| Maladorous malediction from examinate cunts |
| An uncanny imprecation |
| The offensive stink fills my senses |
| A lemme furnigation now terrible haunts |
| It clings to my lecherous privates |
| I will soon go mad from the revolting scent |
| As the post mortem matriarch leaves me rancid |
| Her embalmed vulva oozes, drains and leaks |
| Emitting an oder of an unearthly reek |
| This miasma adheres to my virility |
| An eeried anathema from the mortuary |
| As the post mortem matriarch leaves me rancid |
| Her embalmed vulva oozes, drains and leaks |
| Constant cleansing doesn’t kill the smell |
| I cannot escape the feminine foulness |
| With crazed desperation |
| I set my genitals aflame |
| Hoping to burn away the venomous vapor |
| Reeling in pain as my pubis smolders |
| I curse the name of my desecrated mother |
| Forcing myself into my mommy’s rigor mortis twat |
| We are finally reunited once again |
| As I engross myself in interment intercourse |
| I unknowingly contract a supernatural disease |
| With incestuous necrophilism there is a price |
| Malodorous malidiction from examinate cunts |
| An uncanny imprecation |
| The offensive stink fills my senses |