| Welcome with a stench of misadventure
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| Libertines 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
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| 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 appitites
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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 boudours 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 cateries 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
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| Beasts ravage for your soul
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| As lovely entrapment snaps
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| Her fingers, 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…
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| Bursting, aghast
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| With the judgement 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
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| Ones who crave sin’s innovations |