"Oh, sweet Midian. I burn for thee at heart. Don't despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather. To where pleasure rings deep secrets.
From the primeval mass. Let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication. Beloved by Set. May the winds gather her together. From the secrets of men.
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light. A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. . A tragic yet magickal fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste.