from "Song to Comus" by Comus
Hymen hunter, hands of steel, crack you open and your red flesh peel
Pain procurer, eyes of fire, pierce your womb and push still higher
Comus rape, Comus break, sweet young virgin's virtue take
Naked flesh, flowing hair, her terror screams they cut the air
Comes the sunlight, summer day, Comus wakes he starts to play
He starts to play he starts to play he starts to play
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