A shrine to the trident throne
Upon the altars of whores
That which is the breath of lunacy.
What tongues doth they speak?
Condemnation! Ye sodomites.
Decadence: Gluttons of wine
And hallucinogens.
Cleansing vitriol! Rain down from heaven.
Woe to us!
Perpetration! Of the sticky hive.
So shameless: Gluttons of life
Without the lord they live.
Searing hellfire! Purging all.
Purify!
Clandestine rites!
Welcome to sodom!
Hail degradation!
