Had You Had Hatched From The Harpie's Egg (explicit)

Your snatch is a bat-winged rat trap

A cave of ghosts, most depraved

Allies crossed, lie chopped, in burlap

Your rancid claws clasp chains of slaves

The Trash-Lord of graves, screams, and crap

Your smile is worth a thousand swords

Sharp-tooth seam of chartreuse green

All lovers lost, carpet the floors

Your nostrils blast hot-acid steam

The Queen of whores and bad dreams

(you can read this reversed, too :3)