Orgiastic Lupercalia

The drums are pounding a frenzied pulse
The wolf-men howl to the winter moon
The night's still young and full of moans
With naked breasts and open thighs

The taste of blood upon my lips
How sweet the Feral Mother's milk
Cracking whips carve crimson streaks
Upon the flesh of maidens thrilled

The moon is full and glowing bright
On a seething sea where bodies writhe

Hunters on the loose
Drunk on passion's wine
Fascinus dictates
Unbridled orgy cavalcades

Predatory eyes
Neath the mask concealed
In pleasure mixed with pain
The seed of Life is sown

Lanterns burning red
In a swirl of dizzying lights
This night the beast's unchained
His carnal dreams to sate

The moon is full and glowing bright
On a seething sea where bodies writhe

Hunters on the loos,
Drunk on passion's wine
Fascinus dictates
Unbridled orgy cavalcades