Medieval Day Of Conceiving Lyrics

Day Of Conceiving Lyrics


Eroticism churns the seed,  
An attempt to satisfy our lustrous
mentality,  
With intent to bear life,  
magnetism in it's purest form. 

I crave the arousing scent,  
A tickling sensation controls my brain, 

My attempt to share with you,  
what is rightfully ours.  
Day of
Concieving  
Day of Concieving  
Day of Concieving 
Day of Concieving.
 
I, I, I....  
Day of Concieving  
Day of Concieving  
Day of
Concieving  
Day of Concieving.  
An animalistic sensuality,  
That
backbone in the gift of life,  
well disguised by all humanity,  
a
tetanus seed released  
Day of Concieving  
Day of Concieving  
Day of
Concieving  
Day of Concieving.  
I, I, I....  
Day of Concieving 

Day of Concieving  
Day of Concieving  
Day of Concieving.  
Life,
life, life....