Draw near - partake of this altar For you are fairer in beauty Than other daughters of man Recognise and embrace This glorious proclamation Of eternal damnation
Place all your faith in sex and death Rather than the wisdom of the divine Have no pity for those Mired in the prophet delusion Content to be servile for a lifetime Tis better to be king for a day
Your passing will leave Scant trace in history Wiped from memory Like forgotten dream Like sand slipping through fingers...
