For Her interred I tore a battle banner from His hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell and deicide So came the night Its obsidian light Is a master whom disasters s** upon like concubines And under black skirts That whisper of delight Darkseeds near fruition Darked deeds to marry mine "In d**h's bed I have lain Paying lip-service to shame But for dreaming of thee I regain A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine For our true nature is sin To strip tender flesh from these...