Temple Songs Inisfreeans Sing
Inisfreeans are a playful, tactile, loving, flirty, openly sexual people. It isn't just their culture and status quo; it's in their blood, wiring, and every fiber of their being. You will often see them casually making out, massaging, and enjoying romantic orgies, as well as sex dungeons, every possible position, and a vast variety of arousing and satisfying techniques. In their places of worship, they worship each other, never some god or goddess, and in those special places of their most concentrated sexuality, where they can be more open and showy about all they know and have mastered along these lines, you will find them singing the Inisfreean version of hymns; songs which sound nothing like the 'zombie yodeling' of Outlander churches or the monotone chanting of the equally creepy Outlander mosques. Hymns in Inisfree are sung beautifully, mesmerizingly, enchantingly, and more, and they are laced with the Inisfreean style of jokes; double entendres and sexual innuendos, some of which may also be half-serious. Some Inisfreean girls call this 'pornified'.
Brazen Hymn of the Fuck Temple:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the cumming of the Whores;
They are felching out the vintage where the orgasms are stored;
They hath loosed the fateful squirting of His swift pneumatic sword:
His nut is flowing on.
Glory, glory, anal fisting!
Gory, gory, violent hate sex!
Yummy, yummy, rape roleplay!
Its truth is dicking on.
I have seen Sex in the brothels of a hundred urban sprawls,
Whores have gangbanged on the altars with their pussy dews and drawls;
I can read their slutty tramp-stamps when I order them to crawl.
Fuck Day is coming on.
Glory, glory, B-D-S-M!
Horny, Horny, little schoolgirls!
Saucy, Saucy, forming Catholics!
Your religion is at its end.
When I fuck a thirteen year old I can't tell you how I feel.
'Statutory rape' is cried by haters, so with my snipers they'll deal;
Let the preteen, prepubescent, piss on their wounds before they heal,
Great Sex is turning on.
Glory, glory, all positions!
Glory, glory, cradle robbing!
Police, feds, and jealous nutjobs!
Your wives-and-daughters are on our side.
I have been with every age group and had their folks admit defeat;
I am sifting out the models, and my dick will be their seat.
Oh, be swift, slave sluts, to answer me! be jubilant, your feet!
Or I'll piss on your fucking eyes.
Glory, glory, it's a tag-team!
Glory, glory, have a wet dream!
Glory, glory, and a wife swap!
And an orgy on our slowest day.
In the beauty of the playground 'Christ' was moaned across the park,
When a creampie in her slam-hole 'gave her heart a little start.
If she e'er dares defy me, I'll fingerblast her 'til she sharts,
Bitch, know your fucking place.
Glory, glory, tight vaginas!
Glory, glory, keep your throats loose!
Glory, glory, ask for seconds!
If you're good, you get ass-to-mouth.
Girls are coming to my kingdom, drove by drove just like a wave,
Every skin, hair, and eye color; a cornucopia to save,
So their sex shall be my footstool, and the lot of them, my slaves,
I am the new Fucking God.
Glory, glory, enslaved Barbies!
Glory, glory, clone a trillion!
Glory, glory, keep your dick wet.
Freyja would be fucking proud.
Covers and Remixes:
The Governor of Inisfree, along with his music band Violent Rebirth, is oft' rewriting and recomposing the lyrics and scores of many dozens of songs from nearly every genre on Earth. Born a music lover, he (and they; his daughters; the Inisfreean girls) love making much sexier, more honest, more fun versions of all the compositions and other creations they encounter on their ongoing series of expeditions. You, too, are welcome to join them in this musical evolution process of theirs. All you need do... is ask.