[Lyrics by Lord Worm]

 O most luscious cenobite,
 you wield your whip
 as though it were another appendage;
 Favor me with pleasure-pain,
 rip me with your claws
 Chew me with your saw-toothed [bad word] 
 Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets,
 they blaze with unmatched [bad word]  Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp,
 They look stuck in far enough to hurt

 [bad word] s polyhedron has blessed you
 Your peerless beauty drips of sin
 In this time of configuration,
 blessed order shall prevail
 Two sides to the war on flesh
 Leviathan, who can't smile, beams

 Encased in leather as it is,
 I can't drink from your neck
 It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white:
 I'll bind your pround [bad word] with barbed wire
 I wish to partake of their nectar... Is it pus?

 I might breach your zippers
 and open your face
 I might gag you with an urchin
 I long to hear a quiet sight escape
 your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs

 Love subverted, lust perverted
 [bad word] goddess Abigor's pretty face
 can mask her suffering
 Make you worship both her and her needles

 Subjugate it, perforate it,
 flesh reordered isflesh of use
 I now rededicate my life
 to what Abigor has shown me