Plummeting down, smashed into the ground
Peaceful collapse, existence relapse
Carnal fulfilment, holy defilement
Deviant freak, pervert of god
Sacrilegious, wicked blasphemer
Temporal coital desires of corrupt debaucherous depravity
Virtue is vice
Vice is your virtue
Tearing of flesh
Bodies enmeshed
No thoughts of regret
Pleasures beget
Trists that are set
Gashes made wet
Through blood that is let
Sex and violence are met
Ecstasies of flesh and blood – fresh, unique, unspoiled
Wallowing in newfound delights – unholy, sinful, unsoiled
Light no longer shines so bright,
The darkness calls you after
The threats of guilt are drowned
In your hedonistic laughter
Holy being, stripped prestige
Cast from the promise land
Desecrating convictions of the flesh
Punished back to Sodom
Black sun burns, burial ground
Your hand dyed with blood, dying red
The black son burns by the blood soaked sun
Your hands dead, dying red
