Condemnation of Sensual Sin

Practice what you preach, that's what you keep telling me.

But there you stand, spewing filth like a pharisee.

Go ahead, take the plunge, follow hell, the dark works begun.

Strip off your clothes, bare your tits, dance with the devil; I cast your soul, unto the pit.

The beasts within gnash and tear, can you hear their call? They're hungry for your sin.

Perverse deconstructions of sacred bonds, honey sweetened words of desire

Lurid spectacles of satanic rights, give birth to inhuman creations

Waltz with me then, as we explore this landscape, brought about by cleansing fire.

Along this path we find our station.