In her lair there she squirms
Dances ***** with all the worms
Invites my frolic with tender care
Rends flesh from head t' ***** hair
Grinds my bones and kisses lips
Closes coffin and moon eclipsed
Now bury beneath the sodden soil
Where bodies are left to slowly spoil
Masturbatory cries with memories lost
Severed limbs in **** did toss
To birth homunculus in gore
And make of world none but war
Discarding life onto the benches
As men do fall along the trenches
Powder blasted sky and land
My corpse with friends left in the sand
And now we shant ever rise again
From the lair where she did contain
Her love of lust and murdered men
Til' all of death is her demesne