Hell Libertine - The Mire

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