The Beloved Whore Celebration - Scalpel, Nuclear Death

O lady of dark reality

Whom we visit late at night

Down upon her one by one

We bathe in her fetid stench

We three fiends of veneral disease

Pay homage to our gangrene queen-

We suck upon her aged teats

And breathe deep her anal breeze…

O lady of wanton desires

Whose flesh is ours to consume

Whose life is impaled upon lust

And whose menstrual blood fills our cups

We three fiends of immortal fancy

Five to see her grace die of age

'tis not in our hearts to bury her

But instead we must celebrate…

Our lady, now death’s bride

Drained of blood and life

We caress her hardenad flesh

We suck on her limpid teats-

One by one we enter her vagina

With our tongues we adore her cilt

We three fiends of darkened reality-

Alas, we celebrate!