Heathens, with their luscious offerings Invited into the dreams of the men who call Blissfully possessed, immersed by the taste of the orgasmic feast Insatiable the s**, total fulfillment of forbidden dreams Filled with rage to fell the lust Skin so sweet, feast of flesh Hypnotized by the obsession Satisfy their demented needs Maids Deep into the bowels of the forest a presence looms detected by all The chill of lore and legends for centuries Too torrid to be fact, witched they are called Succubus, essence too heavenly to defy Slowly they process to imprison their mates Piece by piece disintegration, finally raped of all sanity Complete entrapment of soul possession Compensation for the ecstasy