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Saturnalia
gathered are we in our virgin innocence
flowers offered at the tabernacle of Chronos-Lykaios
austere parade of those who'd rather be fools than slaves
sorrow has stripped dead leaves from the branches of our souls
moon of the scythe moves our blood
sin your way to salvation
there’s an orgy in the streets
take off your face, it is but another mask to place upon the pyre
drink deeply from the damnation chalice
grim sacrament of the wolf christ
bones of it's relic brazen and worn from the pilgrim's hungry touch
devoid of moral consequence
spastic from hyper-stimulated senses
primal collision
fornication of the sacred
drunk on the wine of night
black spiritual alchemy
intoxicated by eclipse
the sweet taste of restored freedom
I'm gonna fuckin do whatever the fuck I want.
Why should I listen to what you fuckin want me to fuckin do?
we sing a joyful song
as we dance into havocs maw
the storm shall sow the seeds
and what grows is ours to reap
schismed from a dejected vision
no word thought or deed above nature or below humanity
you'll never be a freak like me, because I live here and you're just visiting
honoring the beast inside of us
orgasmic release
too much, but never enough
devout and foaming from the mouth
we've savored the fruits of the forbidden
lick the orifice
slippery with the sweat of liberation
outside of time
severing the mind from the rational
never shall age erase such a holy day
may chaos deliver us from the cage that order keeps
may debauchery lend it's signature to our evolution
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