Sabbath Night (The Impure Reptile)

On sabbath nights The paying lovers Pluck the forbidden Fruits ripe or green The harem of sultanas Fallen into disgrace Sell indulgences And genuflections The knight-errant Sharpening his blade Denude his temples to don Enemy uniform Uttering fetish prayers Openly raise His sword Against the queen Swearing upon her altars The impure reptile Withering the rose Guns are pointed Bolts click back Turn against the sorry Birds of paradise Condemned To impalement It is crucifixion day In a feather bed Drenched in a white spray The gold-brocaded whores Retain only The nectar in the thorns The impossible wedding In the seraglios Of a satyr and A succubus Rubbing together their pelvises As couples of snakes intertwined For a quick jolt of vile flesh The warrior shudder Over the enemy He has just felled Bone-dry The hangman's rope Finally spewed forth Its lactation The dead pope's corpse Excommunicate The last angels His infantry abdicates The smoke of gunpowder Still hung on the battlefield The thoroughgoing whore Gaine her stripes And being raised To the rank of a brave Canonizing her By a few thwacks across the backside To died for The brothel-hound sake The smoke of gunpowder Still hung on the battlefield The bitches war To see sperm spurt Spattered with fuck Ashamed of nothing For gold being thicker Than cum These worn-out sluts Were women long ago Let us love them They still have souls