Sunn 0))) the Man-Lion, and Helen of Troy

On the solar torraces of Truy was Sunn O))), the Man-Lion, close to the thundered shores, waiting for the ships that came from the herotic marine mïst to arrive from Gaza.
Cursed was he -or not- by a blue magic-woman -and the witch was a blue occultist, and she incubated her blue eggs on the barbaric mountains of Hábila, which are blue.

In teletrans, Helen of Troy arrives at the hot sänds four seconds before the ship in which she sails: Sunn O))) beholds her astonished. Her shiny thigh and her conchoid sex can be seen underneath the flying peplum.
... Now she's taken to the soft chambers to blowjob the heroes.

That night, Sunn O))) the Man-Lion, he climbs by the poison ivies of the castle-walls under an Atlantic and purple moon / Helen is sleeping naked under the excessive mildness of the nightbreeze full of mead: she smells his hormones and opens her round vagina that overflows replete with oenomel.

... In indigo sequence, he does punetrate her nto the centre of her legs, wide open, over the purest white bed.
Forever.
Nunca.

Helen of Troy was a sexual toy for the Trojans, but Sunn O))) loved her; somehow set her free..?


That night Helen disappeared.