Cyberviking Girl’s Lovefest – Michel Montecrossa

The magic fire burnin’ is cuttin’ through the night.
Warriors drive the shadows into the passion light.
Heat excites the nerves, thrills blood in all the veins.
Cyberviking Girl’s Love is callin’ for real men.

Her voice of youth and beauty sings the sacred chant.
Her body and her soul are one blissful dance.
She opens her hair to the tunes of the wind.
Her garment is flyin’ ’round her love curves sweet.

The arousal she gives, gives to manhood the glory feel,
makes vibrant the air with honey and with dreams.
The spell of her lips gives to heroes true might
to fulfill desires of the girl’s night.

Proud she jumps onto the snow white horse,
rides around the fire, wears the warrior gold.
Her bosom is a-heavin’ and her eyes are pure and bright.
Cyberviking Girl’s Love Fest is callin’ for the light.

Strong arms are carryin’ her to the virgin throne.
Her garment is fallin’, naked she is fire strong.
To sunrise she turns and to the fading stars.
With Odin on her lips she yells the Love Fest Call.

The arousal she gives, gives to manhood the glory feel,
makes vibrant the air with honey and with dreams.
The spell of her lips gives to heroes true might
to fulfill desires of the girl’s night.

With Odin on her lips she yells the Love Fest Call.