O lady of dark reality whom we visit late at night, down upon her one by one we bathe in her fetid stench. We three fiends of veneral disease pay homage to our gangrene queen- we s** upon her aged teats and breathe deep her an*l breeze... O lady of wanton desires whose flesh is ours to consume, whose life is impaled upon lust and whose menstrual blood fills our cups. We three fiends of immortal fancy five to see her grace die of age, 'tis not in our hearts to bury her, but instead we must celebrate... Our lady, now d**h's bride drained of blood and life, we caress her hardenad flesh, we s** on her limpid teats- one by one we enter her vagina, with our tongues we adore her cilt. We three fiends of darkened reality- alas, we celebrate!