A shrine to the trident throne
Upon the altars of whores
That which is the breath of lunacy.
What tongues doth they speak?

Condemnation! Ye sodomites.
Decadence: Gluttons of wine
And hallucinogens.

Cleansing vitriol! Rain down from heaven.
Woe to us!

Perpetration! Of the sticky hive.
So shameless: Gluttons of life
Without the lord they live.

Searing hellfire! Purging all.
Purify!

Clandestine rites!
Welcome to sodom!

Hail degradation!