Wishing in contempt of lovenThe righteous came to burn our forestnWith hissing firebrandsnFor though we serve the gentle curvesnOf our serpent-girdled Eastern GoddessnThey thought they caught usnKissing hearses in their landnnSend away the pumpkin carriagenBlind mice in your headnParade themselves like sacrilegiousnEnvoys of the deadnFor in this house of the dark MadonnanFlesh will pleasure lifenFor free of sin we would dishonournAll that virgin sacrificennGut our city, slaughter all withinnSave the gold that goes to GodnShow no pity for we worship sinnSpare not the old nor lightning rodnnWe raise our devil hornsnTo those who sit on highnFor down amidst the thornsnWe liennTonight the black guards came to rapenAnd ruin those souls empathisingnWith fleeing far awaynThrown to the Tigris river curvesnOf our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising nThey thought they caught usnCourting BaphometnnCourting BaphometnnGut our city, slaughter all withinnSave the gold that goes to GodnShow no pity for we worship sinnSpare not the old nor lightning rodnnShe walked the worldnWhen the world was made to dressnIn a perfect darknessnA murderess in flamenNature curled, unleashed, unfurlednThe crack of a whip on the lips of angernWhy would your holy ordernNot be wholly slain?nnWishing in contempt of lovenThe righteous came to burn our forestnWith just verses for the damnednFor though we serve the gentle curvesnOf our serpent-girdled Eastern GoddessnThey thought they caught usnPissing curses in the sandnnWe raise our devil hornsnTo those who sit on highnFor down amidst the thornsnWe liennWe raise our devil horns