Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion  Where the mind surrenders to the animal  Smell the seductive odor of the naked skin  Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire  It would be a folly to defy the eldest law  For resistance will only supply the fire of lust  With her wooden excuses  We are here to drink this old wine without remorse  To spill the fluid of Genesis  In abundance because we all know  That as this elixir of life will flow  We will be left exhausted but smiling  Nails sink into sweaty ground  Marking dionysiac stings  Sparks set from velvet tongues  That bring close soft orange lips  Phallic Litanies  Paths lead inside warm nests, the sacred shrines of sin  As serpents we crawl beneath  The guises that we all wear  It would be a folly to defy the eldest law  For resistance will only supply the fire of lust  With her wooden excuses  So it will grow stronger and stronger  Until fatally it will consume the renegades  With the flames of their denied satisfaction  Phallic Litanies