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