Blood Lunar Cult

White throats filled with burning fluid 
Blood-red angry rivers of life 
Boiled in the odors of sin 
Flowin with a mesmeric sound 
Like offsprings of primordial chants 
Blind by the uncoloured light 
Raging children drink each other 
In the red lakes of ever life 
Where rebel priests sink their fangs 
With a twisted demonolatry 
Into the breasts of devil-whores 
Lies the fortress of life force 
In the shrine of blood 
I let myself to crawl in 
A sadomasochistic trance 
Of a bizarre vampirism