The dancing master
Pursue his studies in hell
Each squad adopt the tribunal of the Inquisition
As naked
Champions
Smeared with
Slippery oil
Every diabolical group and sect
Sleep with Beelzebub
Breaking with a loud snap
The hasp of the chastity belts
To unfold the fresh leaves
With our powerful stems
Skin splits, blood pours
Pierced by our keen lances
Washing away the stains
They carried
Well-trained
In bodily exercise
The vile instructors
Of the seraphim
Swinging
In their hands
Their hunting-crops
Enlarges and grows red
While the cherubic packs
Swallowing in their jaws
The mouth of our guns
Spotted with trails of smoke
Then licking their chops
To catch every last drop
The groan from the victim
When the monarch opens fire without warning
The slime squirted
Into all
The bled dry orifices of their bodies
We don't fight by proxy
A legion of devils desire to sully
Gathered for the battle
Splashed with fresh blood
With the beast for witness
The task of raping angels in hell
Wallowed in infamy
We don’t give a damn
The palpitating nymphs
Round their sire
Lapping up the wax
On the feet of the tyrant
Their everlasting
Eccentric tortures
The universal
Lubricious postures
The demons melted
Into the lambs of God
Martyrizing the pious
Wanking their emperor
Horned outcasts
Shall crown at last the bloom
The sexual assault
Of the holy platoons
The nephilim turned against the motions of the heaven
Spoiling virgins exposed, they break their wings and bones
Dwell content in fire, going on the war-path
In the first circle, that surrounds the abyss
The penitent maidens repelled with cum shots
To be marked on the forehead with our new sap
The baptism of semen of their imperial head
The beloved child faces for protection raised
Back to the inferno the command of the armies
Molesting the blessed, serving their majesty
The incubus promise, the hallowed demise
The myriads of birds of pain troubling the air with cries
Impel me where
The devil
In silence
Rests
