Testo di Death Rides a Brown Horse

I ride her like a horse, Perspiration (beads) on the chest. With uncontrollable lust, Grasping for her breast. Dreams start to fade, cooked until brown. Needle to spoon to puncture a wound. All pleasure will cease, as I shake of the beast. Coming, quivering... She's delivering. Hypodermic Dowsing Rod Locates the Vein. Head starts to no. Inject a slave, eject the soul. A fix from the grave, body turns cold. Gasping for breath, Dancing for death.