Wice

Plummeting down, smashed into the groundPeaceful collapse, existence relapseCarnal fulfilment, holy defilementDeviant freak, pervert of godSacrilegious, wicked blasphemerTemporal coital desires of corrupt debaucherous depravityVirtue is viceVice is your virtueTearing of fleshBodies enmeshedNo thoughts of regretPleasures begetTrists that are setGashes made wetThrough blood that is letSex and violence are metEcstasies of flesh and blood -- fresh, unique, unspoiledWallowing in newfound delights -- unholy, sinful, unsoiledLight no longer shines so bright,The darkness calls you afterThe threats of guilt are drownedIn your hedonistic laughterHoly being, stripped prestigeCast from the promise landDesecrating convictions of the fleshPunished back to SodomBlack sun burns, burial groundYour hand dyed with blood, dying redThe black son burns by the blood soaked sunYour hands dead, dying red