You hear sounds arising?
Those screams from the ******?
Are their calls surprising?
For this is your land.

Oh, faultier great demon,
Disguised by warm flesh.
Sent to hell's warmer sun,
I will learn to mesh.

Thrashed about by others,
Your face attracts all eyes.
Every one a lover,
Drunken by your lies.

Your servant I shall be
Waiting on hand and knee.