Your cup runneth over,
Filled full with perversion’s desire.
Your fires within rise,
Fueling a heretical pyre.
The dagger in your hand,
Gripped ready to plunge inside.
Given over to lust,
And the temptation upon which she rides.
Give yourself up to me,
Lie spread upon my altar.
Hold your nerve my sacrificial lamb,
Be strong, do not falter.
Give me the strength you hold inside,
As you work your ungodly rights.
Share the power you’d openly conjure,
As a Pagan far from his light.