At the threshold of the dark 
Whispering adoration 
Like the breath of a lover 
Even though we know life 
Is perfected by death 

[Solo Wilcock] 

Potent priapic protrusion 
Thick black crescent of semen 
Anoint the female devoted 
Swollen breasts dripping 
Coated tongues 
Insatiable dark angels 
Naked ecstatic 
Celebrate Satan 
In every eager orifice 
Slick wet orifice 
Insatiable dark angels 
Celebrate Satan! 
Within this pentagram of blood 
“His is the voice of truth, 
The voice of reason...” 

[Solos Wilcock, Mendonca]