so potent was the star under which i was born that i have done what no one in the world has done nor can ever do praeclarum custodem ovium lupum praeclarum custodem ovium lupum all saints day the taint of rain blood and mud and thunder all the same to those who close their ranks to gilles men bricqueville prelati and de sille creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside brittle angels out to pasture once again torture garden rules of thumb apply to sacred flesh and the naked eye golgothic this erotica stinking of honey and worse sulphur so black was the magic in this tragical kingdom that the superstitious grew wise to the wolves that surprised their children gagged in sacks and dragged back to tiffauges its roads now home to a beautiful stranger lifting her veil spinning her lies tender eyes never ending danger it grows a rose that chose death for its bedmuck prickles in wait thanking her spies trickling thighs her only hiccup ah ugh and though she walks the forest trails she s far from perrault s faerytails she leads them down the path where darkness dwells that night is rife with celebration the tower sings where so much foul illumination strikes a lighthouse for the things that slither and slather at the border of the pentagram mid sour dreams a beauty pageant for the gathering damned of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams oh ah ah torture garden rules of thumb apply to sacred flesh and the naked eye golgothic this erotica stinking of honey and worse sulphur so black was the magic in this tragical kingdom in this castle of loup garou when moonstruck veins inflamed deranged on a parcel of victims now tied to tiffauges engorged on the hordes of the anorexic cherubim forced naked and blind a holocaust mind designed their exit a libertine so grim sometimes tore them limb from limb slitting their throats pissing on graves jesus saves but the devil made him praeclarum custodem ovium lupum praeclarum custodem ovium lupum praeclarum custodem ovium lupum praeclarum custodem ovium lupum