Scornfully I have once curs'd thee.
Now ye mayhem hath quench'd my thirst for thy souls.
Now shall I take what I see.
Luscious flesh yearneth to be penetratéd.
Virgin bodies, pure, without the blemish of thy faith.
Sheer lust burneth ye skin.
Sinful groaning may I harvest.
Thou, believer of my prophécy, I do invite thee to blaspheme with me: Wilt thou sin in company of mine?
Extinguish'd is the earthes scum... Now the free spirits may bloom.