Phallic Litanies - Septicflesh

Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion

Where the mind surrenders to the animal

Smell the seductive odour of the naked skin

Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire

It would be folly to defy the eldest law

For resistance will only supply the fire of lust

With her wooden excuses

We are here to drink this old wine without remorse

To spill the fluid of Genesis

In abundance because we all know

That as this elixir of life will flow

We will be left exhausted but smiling

Nails sink into sweaty ground

Marking Dionysiac stings

Sparks set from velvet tongues

That bring close soft orange lips

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Paths lead inside warm nests, that scared shrines of sin

As serpents we crawl beneath

The guises that we all wear

It would be folly to defy the eldest law

For resistance will only supply the fire of lust

With her wooden excuses

So it will grow stronger and stronger

Until fatally it will consume the renegades

With the flames of their denied satisfaction

Phallic litanies