When the sun is a living devil Vomiting vats of evil And the dome of heaven high-arched Like his mouth is arid and parched Horror Indeed intense Seduction ever intenser Swinging the smoke of sense Her lust is critical cold Chorus: Dragon of lure and dread Tiger of Fury and Lust The Quick in chains to the dead The slime alive in the dust Jagged and black beneath Pulp and blood from nail Black, pustules visibly fester Distilled from the icy sperm Chorus: Dragon of lure and dread Tiger of Fury and Lust The Quick in chains to the dead The slime alive in the dust An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name Orgasm, death, dissolution of Hell’s implacable worm