A shrine to the trident throne Upon the altars of whores That which is the breath of lunacy. What tongues doth they speak? Condemnation! Ye sodomites. Decadence: Gluttons of wine And hallucinogens. Cleansing vitriol! Rain down from heaven. Woe to us! Perpetration! Of the sticky hive. So shameless: Gluttons of life Without the lord they live. Searing hellfire! Purging all. Purify! Clandestine rites! Welcome to sodom! Hail degradation!