fire lay dying, hearth in the head   holy don thy veils, for more than fire lay dead   in the casket the virgins blue blood boiled red   as unmasked went the virtue on which she viciously fed   in the pews she sat somber and moral and grave   but now in the grave she sits no longer a slave   where the lord gave up hope, the dark offered much   to turn yea youthful devout into a ripe succubus   oh reverend, be still, she came to him cloaked in the night   pardon my dark robes, ive such aversion to light   savior hath warned that the flesh is weak   but despite his past sermons, he darest not speak   oh maiden, be still, she came in as the fire   and bare bone-white skin as the maiden perspired   innocence bleeding from her erotic jade eyes   as warm crimson came flowing from her thankless cold thighs   be men ye be mortal, and hence of ill demeanor   for my tongue is quick and my ecstasy meaner   and with that she bore daggers, under lips dark with fancy   turned her wicked seduction on her creator and enemy   oh heaven, be still, she seduced the sky   and drew lust from the angels and made the omnipotent cry   oh lucifer, be still, she requested of her master   turn over thy crown and Ill turn tricks for your rapture   undead but still parched alas she came unto me   and in heavenly sadism bestowed her gift upon me   when I arose the next eve for a bite   the truth hazed with dreams, try as I might   the scent of the dead, of the fair jezebel   who wore wings like an angel but came straight from hell