I won't flatter your palate with spiced venison Like the crushed son of Venus cut up and well done Between hawk and buzzard you slake your desire Devouring grace in your carrion mire Adding fuel to the grumbler's insatiable fire Feeding underground on decayed decriers
You cast a gloom on these things of play The vampire vulture hunts down her prey Tearing your hair, you roll on the ground Laughing on the wrong side of an unholy frown Growling and snarling, "Devil take and confound!"
I nourish the courage to my rival oppose Longing for backbone when we come to blows I repel your evil eye and fiendish curse The cannibal ghoul's septic verse Tender mercies that quench your blood thirst Fatal poisons you kindly disburse
You croak and lament a plague's palliation Bitterness impenitent deplores mitigation Gnashing your teeth, you destroy filiation Your heirs swallowed up in the coming extinction Having known nothing but anguish and wretched affliction
