Abigor

(альбом: Blasphemy Made Flesh - 1994)

O 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 is flesh of use
I now rededicate my life
To what Abigor has shown me