Wishing in contempt of love

The righteous came to burn our forest

 With hissing firebrands

 For though we serve the gentle curves

Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess

They thought they caught us

Kissing hearses in their land

Send away the pumpkin carriage

Blind mice in your head

Parade themselves like sacrilegious

 Envoys of the dead

For in this house of the dark Madonna

 Flesh will pleasure life

 For free of sin we would dishonour

 All that virgin sacrifice
Gut our city, slaughter all within

Save the gold that goes to God

 Show no pity for we worship sin

Spare not the old nor lightning rod
We raise our devil horns

To those who sit on high

For down amidst the thorns

We lie

Tonight the black guards came to rape

And ruin those souls empathising

With fleeing far away

Thrown to the Tigris river curves

 Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising

They thought they caught us

 Courting Baphomet

Courting Baphomet

Gut our city, slaughter all within

 Save the gold that goes to God

Show no pity for we worship sin

Spare not the old nor lightning rod

She walked the world

 When the world was made to dress

In a perfect darkness

 A murderess in flame

Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled

The crack of a whip on the lips of anger

Why would your holy order

Not be wholly slain?

Wishing in contempt of love

The righteous came to burn our forest

With just verses for the damned

For though we serve the gentle curves

 Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess

 They thought they caught us

Pissing curses in the sand

We raise our devil horns

To those who sit on high

 For down amidst the thorns

We lie
We raise our devil horns