Blasphemy Made Flesh, 1995

Lyrics by Lord Worm



Oh most luscious cenobite,

you wield your whip

as though it were another appendage; 

Favor me with pleasure-pain,

rip me with your claws 

Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt 



Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets, 

they blaze with unmatched cruelty 

Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp, 

They look stuck in far enough to hurt 



Hell's polyhedron has blessed you

Your peerless beauty drips of sin 

In this time of configuration, 

blessed order shall prevail 

Two sides to the war on flesh 

Leviathan, who can't smile, beams 



Encased in leather as it is, 

I can't drink from your neck 

It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white: 

I'll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire 

I wish to partake of their nectar... Is it pus? 



I might breach your zippers 

and open your face 

I might gag you with an urchin 

I long to hear a quiet sight escape 

your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs 



Love subverted, lust perverted 

Bitch-goddess Abigor's pretty face

can mask her suffering 

Make you worship both her and her needles 



Subjugate it, perforate it, 

flesh reordered isflesh of use 

I now rededicate my life 

to what Abigor has shown me