Imp Lyrics

A corrupt dance
Copulating merriment
Upon foul divinity
Know ye a scar most black
To the bone
Cantankerous to your pumping
Wishing heart

Excretory incense cleanse filth with filth by way of ill
Imp a tiresome devil
Devil sometime an imp
Cackling scout to undesire

Trident brand strident pulses in a crackling fire
Ritual licking and kissing soot of hearth

The trolls eye a glowing coal
Dies when rapture ruptures from the witches gut
Gut feeling fire a wearisome imp