Sade VI: The Final Passion, or The Passion of Hell Lyrics

Behold!
The Libertine of all libertines
with eyes pitch-black and golden hair
An imposing physique, statuesque as a Greek god,
with the prick of a stallion and a heart of stone
The wealthiest of noblemen, with time on his hands...

Every fortnight he emerges
for nights of boundless vice
For dreadful dissipations
this world has never seen...
Spectacles of atrocity
Exercises in debauchery
Orgies of blood and tears
True paragons of impurity!

His procurers roam the land
sparing effort nor expense
to elect the chosen few
Fifteen maidens for each event
imprisoned in a convent
unaware of the horrors yet to come
Oh, these poor, unfortunate gals….
Their fate is sealed in blood

On the evening before the orgy
the Libertine examines his stock
Stripped and screened for perfection
the broads are struck with awe
Not a single stain is permitted
Not a wrinkle goes unperceived
A single flaw means rejection
and rejection is never condoned...

He fondles and probes their luscious bare bodies
scrutinizing every crack and crevasse
He sucks their mouths and licks their cunts
He reams their assholes and savors their shit
As the inspection comes to an end
the girls are lined-up and branded with a number
From one to fifteen, the order in which they will fall prey
to the hellish passions of our depraved nobleman

Locked in the attic until the following night
Trembling with fear, awaiting their doom
One by one, the girls are summoned

He beats their delicious buttocks with a rod, fierce and steady
When their skins turns red as wine, he buggers them swiftly
While beating their backs with a cane, he fucks their cunts

Deflowered in both holes and forcefully whipped across their body
the Libertine picks up a spear and stabs each girl six times
Once in each buttock
Once in each tit
Once in each side of the belly

Weakened from the loss of blood
the girls stand dizzily and lost
He rewards them with a ribbon,
to appoint the torture yet to come
Than kicks them viciously in the ass
to send them tumbling through the window, into the cellar…

Hell awaits!

Fifteen torture machines
horrific and ingenious
Fifteen executioners
swarthy and mysterious

When the timing is right, the signal is given
With great clatter and horrendous screams
the machinery is set into motion
In a state of indescribable excitation
with his prick glued to his belly
the Libertine is foaming at the mouth

Bones, broken and molten
Skin, carved and burned
Limbs, severed and boiled

The stench of Death fills the room
accompanied by unearthly blasphemies
and shouts like the bellows of a bull
drowning out the clamoring of the fifteen girls

May the leprous prick of Lazarus squirt bloody cum all over your mother's face!

With each moment his passion increases
Until finally he can no longer contain himself
bursting out his jism in ravenous ecstasy!

Based upon the final murderous passion,
the grand finale of Les 120 Journées de Sodome, 1785
the apotheosis of libertinism!