Prince of Lust and War

Now he comes, the prince of Lust, with eyes that hypnotize,

He moves the groom to breed the bride’s maid secretly,

He is found in all carnal desserts and treasures of flesh,

He is the taste of the virgin as she bucks under the invasion,

He is the moaning of passion from under sheets of silky linen,

His sigh breaths fires in the seductress preying on the bone,

His feet dances upon the adulterer’s back as he breaks his sacred oath again,

Mighty Asmodeus, hail most high prince of Pandemonium,

He who once rode the war chariots against the pastoral herdsmen,

Who’s spear drank the wine from the veins of the conquered,

He who is the life taking phallus and the creator of infidelity,

Cut down Raphael who drove you from sweet Sarah’s soul,

All Hail the King of Passion’s fire enthroned,

All Hail, Asomdeus!

All Hail, Aeshma-Daeva!

All Hail, The Adversary !