Pale Beauty of Corruption

Blind in the light we follow thee,
In your darkness we are free,
Your corruption is our purity,
Your ugliness is our beauty,
A hideous hag turned angel,
Virgin Jezabel.

You turn, seduction smiling,
Pure as demon seed, beguiling,
Kneeling to thee we beg through a haze,
As heaven shrivels at your gaze,
And evil is pure when beautiful,
Lovely Beezelbuz.

Virgin leader of blood and strife,
I will pledge to thee my life,
Blood will stain thy altars red,
Fresh with virgins from my bed,
We will follow thee to hell,
Lucifer Morningstar.

I don't own the princes of hell, they own themselves. I do however own this poem.

Skull Bearer.