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Welcome with a stench of misadventure |
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Libertine and sibling things a grim |
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Slither forth through the gateway's hissing denture |
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The moon, one up on the chateau battlements |
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Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la |
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This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia |
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Come join this hive of masqueraders |
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This eve is pure and pagan |
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Its teeth are in the past |
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Dark royalties of ancient caste |
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Feast in splendour |
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For your vulgar delectation |
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Decreed |
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That hunger shall be sated by the dawn |
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In marble ballrooms of delight |
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The erotic and the wicked dance alike |
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Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful |
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The cellars smelt abrim |
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With cracked wine and racked women |
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Are spiced for even Marquis appetites |
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Screams an aphrodisiac |
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For the blackest ever nightfall |
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Lords, heed the call |
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Vast boudoirs here |
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Are mastered by the minatory |
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Walls plastered with the base relief |
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Of baser glories |
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Ma Cherie Debauchery |
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Deflower of my life untie their bonds |
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And push these fantasies |
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To ever greater stories |
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For your vulgar delectation |
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Inhibit nothing, run free |
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Loose sore cauteries before me |
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Ripped, prolific scars |
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Are titbits on which to feed |
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The heathen hour strikes |
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Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul |
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As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers |
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Hell comes crawling |
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This eve is pure and pagan |
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Its teeth are in the past |
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Let the cream of sinners learn at last |
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For your vulgar delectation |
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Decreed |
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That hunger shall be sated by the dawn |
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Dawn... burning, aghast |
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With the judgment that we spend upon the evil |
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We feed eternal hungriness |
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Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral |
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For your vulgar delectation |
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Decreed |
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That horrors shall be waited on the ones |
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Who crave sin's innovations |
