The Cult of Deibauccus

Those who worship me will know endless pleasures
Of secret sexual treasures
Bow to me and worship the meat
Welcome to the buffet, it’s all you can eat.

Travel to the ends of the earth so you can find
Your own spot to stand in line.
Behind the veil of Prudish villains
Are legions of crafty Machiavellians

Beyond the reach of oceans
Above Phallic peaks
Are the cult of Deibauccus,
People of the uncouth,
And the fuckers of the meek.

Orgies of pain and untold splendors
‘Twixt man, animal and robot vendors.
Nothing here is in shame,
The perfect balance between pleasure and pain.

I, Deibauccus, mistaken for Fauna and Pan,
Exist only to bring orgasmic throes to the world of man.
Creatures of the abyss can
Join in the fun as long as they lend a hand.

Beyond the rays of the sun
Below the flowing creeks
Are the cult of Deibauccus,
People unhindered,
Are the fuckers of the meek.

     In my throne room are
     One hundred blood red candles
     Burning their pheromone scent.
     Lustrous golden rays tarnished
     By the numbing smoke
     Illuminating the party
     As the siren start to stroke
     Gods and men alike.

Welcome all to my lair
Where all is a giant affair.
From Gods to ants,
To dogs and cats
And dragons
All are fucking.
Do you want to join in?
Where nothing is sin
Only unbridled fantasies
Given life to flesh.
Sirens sing erotic songs
Of indulgence of all the wrongs.

You can find us

Beyond the far reaches
Blowing the north winds.
The cult of Deibauccus,
Makers of the meat,
Towering pillars of Phallic towers,
Are the fuckers of the meek.