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