Hell Libertine

Mainlining the devil’s blood
I shattered every inhibition
Like so many holy shackles
Made of ice on which blasphemous hammers fell
I want it all
The gold, the flesh, the power
No shame in this confession
I am just another slave
To the gold, the flesh and the power
Just another slave
In man beats a bestial heart
We savour every new transgression
Pleasure folded into loathing
Reduced and fermented
The poison for your well
Enslaven vermin tide
Ever dreaming of regicide