The Highest Pleasure
Lost Soul
The banners of Lust beaten by winds
Piercing sounds induces panic
Amongst a herd of meek sheep
Scorn to those below
Scorn in the highest
Useless are the curses of sexless forms
Dripping saliva and sighing
To decomposed corpse of an ancient madman
Scorn to those below
Scorn in the highest
A farce never seen before
Grotesque masterpiece
Powerless parade in black armour
All limits fade
Blinded vanity
Scoffers whips lash
The Highest Pleasure
Lures, amazes and devours
Desecrated thoughts, holy words