Wishing in contempt of love   The righteous came to burn our forest   With hissing firebrands   For though we serve the gentle curves   Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess   They thought they caught us   Kissing hearses in their land      Send away the pumpkin carriage   Blind mice in your head   Parade themselves like sacrilegious   Envoys of the dead   For in this house of the dark Madonna   Flesh will pleasure life   For free of sin we would dishonour   All that virgin sacrifice      Gut our city, slaughter all within   Save the gold that goes to God   Show no pity for we worship sin   Spare not the old nor lightning rod      We raise our devil horns   To those who sit on high   For down amidst the thorns   We lie      Tonight the black guards came to rape   And ruin those souls empathising   With fleeing far away   Thrown to the Tigris river curves   Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising    They thought they caught us   Courting Baphomet      Courting Baphomet      Gut our city, slaughter all within   Save the gold that goes to God   Show no pity for we worship sin   Spare not the old nor lightning rod      She walked the world   When the world was made to dress   In a perfect darkness   A murderess in flame   Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled   The crack of a whip on the lips of anger   Why would your holy order   Not be wholly slain?      Wishing in contempt of love   The righteous came to burn our forest   With just verses for the damned   For though we serve the gentle curves   Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess   They thought they caught us   Pissing curses in the sand      We raise our devil horns   To those who sit on high   For down amidst the thorns   We lie      We raise our devil horns