It is here That vice indulged Bleeds the living Of their trust And now the Chosen children play Never to Lay rest Hand of the host Extended from his fingers Dangles scented flesh Bodies offered spun From infant minds Perfect in their Empty conception To be devoured By my lustful heart I am commanded do as thou wilt Through the halls I am lead Following I am lead writhe and gnaw each others flesh He lies uncovered This ancient man Of bristle and bone Hoary and unwashed His lonely soul Fills the room Our reverie Lays broken on the floor Cast him out into the throngs Into unholy laughter
bristle, dangles, unwashed, hoary, indulged