| O lady of dark reality
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| Whom we visit late at night
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| Down upon her one by one
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| We bathe in her fetid stench
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| We three fiends of veneral disease
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| Pay homage to our gangrene queen-
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| We suck upon her aged teats
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| And breathe deep her anal breeze…
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| O lady of wanton desires
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| Whose flesh is ours to consume
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| Whose life is impaled upon lust
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| And whose menstrual blood fills our cups
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| We three fiends of immortal fancy
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| Five to see her grace die of age
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| 'tis not in our hearts to bury her
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| But instead we must celebrate…
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| Our lady, now death’s bride
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| Drained of blood and life
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| We caress her hardenad flesh
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| We suck on her limpid teats-
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| One by one we enter her vagina
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| With our tongues we adore her cilt
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| We three fiends of darkened reality-
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| Alas, we celebrate! |