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(Chorus): The whorish arrogance of immortals feeds the corruption of their flesh.

For they know naught but desire and the pursuit of all indulgence, like the decrepit child sucking at its mother’s teat.

The whorish arrogance feeds their flesh.

Their ravenous hunger cannot be stilled, their earthly desire shall not be quenched.

The foul lord of thunder!

He knows no righteousness, he knows no justice!

He knows no love but for his fiendish desire for the lusts that possess men!

The foul lord of the skies!

For thou art not worthy of her love!

To dwell as a vermin queen ruling maggots in an unholy rot. . .

He knows no righteousness, he knows no justice!

He knows no love but for his fiendish desire for the lusts that possess men!

(Lest she be stricken by grief, there shall be no light, no mercy and no blooming of the earth in any spring, until the seed is returned to her rightful seat.)

There is but one who commands his mercy and wields it with wisdom.