Glorious Depravity

There's a house on a bleak New England lane
 Standing in contempt of our disdain
 Hidden beneath its aged floors
 Lies a best forgotten door
 That leads to
 Decrepid steps, wretched depths
 Deep horrors left unquestioned
 Perverted forms in gleeful scorn
 Of things human an dreverential
 Reptilian skins writhe in sin
 Forsake humanity for beastiality
 Sickening shapes, aberrations
 Intensified by generations
 Tongues flagellating, bodies undulating
 In an orgy of glorious depravity
 Perversions slithering, morals withering
 In an orgy of glorious depravity
 There's a house on a bleak New England lane
 Standing in contempt of our disdain
 Hidden beneath its aged floors
 Lies a best well forgotten door