Depraved Conception

Consecrate me with vices complete
The sensual way of the lust
Reached through the succuba in my body and my spirit
Immaculate is not my conception
In recline, I live my visions

My seed, in demand
To conceive other corrupted men
Which will also light the flames
Of the carnal concupiscence

Immaculate is not my conception
In recline, I live my visions

Libidinous ecstasy, incadescence of depravity
Emanating odour, chaste bodies reek of my stench
I'm your servant

Glorifying the sin of impurity
Which reflects the stain of my soul
With that oblation I made him

Immaculate is not my conception
In recline, I live my visions

Libidinous ecstasy, incadescence of depravity
Emanating odour, chaste bodies reek of my stench
I’m your servant
Against the superstitious faith
In existence of an angelic court
And a supernatural god
That chronicles would better have made forgotten