FETISH OF THE NEC-ROMANTIC WITCH

Moistened lips and the devil's kiss
Disobeying God by nature's law
The fetish of the nec-romantic witch

Bled on outer altars
By the ancient gods
Of haunted mausoleums
She sought him out, so devout
To be my concubine

Poised in trench warfare
Living under the gun
Where angels fear to dare
She wrought the hearts that burn

I still remember
Those nights dismembered
The dusk of Lovecraft comes
On parchment of dead tomes

All those innocent souls
Stranded at her door
Brought their skulls to offer
'neath the mountain shadow flame
To be my concubine

Knelt before phallic
Obelisk of Satan
Weaved in tragic magicks
That snare all the cretins

I cannot recall
Fates of those enthralled
The dawn of eldritch burns
The end of the world comes

Fragrance of dead
Swirling in my head
Nec-romantic fantasies
In phantasmagoric visions
Knee deep in the blood
Pleasures reserved for God

Dead and crucified
Nailed to those that died
Sacrifice, Abraham
Sons in pentagrams

Moistened lips from which vomit spews
Fellating in Satanic tantrics
The fetish of the nec-romantic shrew