The Crymes of the Ancient Marin'r, Chapter 3

The Crymes of the Ancient Marin'r Tis an icy cold morn Yet I must get rid of this horn Wench! Get on all fours In the grass And I shall Piss up your arse It's yellow and smelly But it will warms yer belly Now turn t'other side And open wide Yes Feel my piss float Down your whorish throat The warming urination! Now I shall lodge my Meaty creation Down your gullet Hold still you degraded meat puppet! Yes Hold still Yes Feel your will Leave your body Give up the fight Yes, that's right The light is leaving Your eyes Your last breaths Will oxygenate my urethra There you go There you go