Rebel drug abundant This dark old delicium By no gods condoned Worn out skin at daybreak Bleed this goat Cold with gravesoil Rancid and torn Sick with sulphur Rusted scraps of Orcus A scabbed lung prophecy Dismal traces of sanity Devilfangs dug in deep Store the building twilight Hard in skeletal marrow This disease have eyes Satan boils the venom black Be this drunken dawn a bastard Or a saint for raping Be these dogdays a curse Or a sign that we must murder
devilfangs, delicium, gravesoil, dogdays, orcus