Slaanesh Pyjama Party (Orchestral Metal version)

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[Intro]
Step into these pleasure chambers,
shed your armor, shed your shame.
Dress in fine translucent silk—
and whisper softly Her holy name.

[Verse 1]
The air is sweet with perfume and sin,
a thousand tongues await within.
The harps of pain begin to play,
as mortal flesh is stripped away.
A toast to lust, a prayer to fire,
our Lord of Excess feeds desire.
No mortal bounds, no sacred walls—
only moans within these halls.

[Pre-Chorus]
Drink from the cup, crimson and warm,
let pleasure’s storm reshape your form.
Each gasp, each cry—a holy creed,
She Who Thirsts demands your need.

[Chorus]
SLAA-NESH PYJAMA PARTY!
Silk and screams entwine in perfect form!
More is more—there is no end!
Flesh reborn as lustful art!
The Lord of Excess feeds on pain!
She Who Thirsts… She Who Thirsts!
In agony we praise Her name!
In Pain And Chain!

[Verse 2]
The lashes sing, the hooks pierce skin,
flesh entwined where sins begin.
Bodies writhe where passion reigns,
pleasure blooming through the pain.
Knives compose the sweetest hymn,
devotion sung through blood and skin.
Eyes roll back in blessed trance,
lust and torment’s holy dance.

[Bridge]
Surrender, servant, saint, or whore—
She Who Thirsts will have you more.
Her kiss is sweet, her love profane,
pleasure forged through spike and pain.

[Final Chorus]
SLAA-NESH PYJAMA PARTY!
Silk and screams entwine in perfect form!
More is more—there is no end!
Flesh reborn as lustful art!
The Lord of Excess feeds on pain!
She Who Thirsts… She Who Thirsts!
In agony we praise Her name!
In Pain And Chain!

SLAA-NESH PYJAMA PARTY!
Silk and screams entwine in perfect form!
More is more—there is no end!
Flesh reborn as lustful art!
The Lord of Excess feeds on pain!
She Who Thirsts… She Who Thirsts!
In agony we praise Her name!
In Pain And Chain!

[Outro]
More is more… is MOOOOOOORE!
They who Thirst demand for more!
For the Lady of Pain and Lust,
for the Lord of Excess divine—
we cut, we bleed, we intertwine!
Scream in pleasure, cry in pain,
He and She are one, SLAA-NESH!

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[Intro] Step into these pleasure chambers, shed your armor, shed your shame. Dress in fine translucent silk— and whisper softly Her holy name. [Verse 1] The air is sweet with perfume and sin, a thousand tongues await within. The harps of pain begin to play, as mortal flesh is stripped away. A toast to lust, a prayer to fire, our Lord of Excess feeds desire. No mortal bounds, no sacred walls— only moans within these halls. [Pre-Chorus] Drink from the cup, crimson and warm, let pleasure’s storm reshape your form. Each gasp, each cry—a holy creed, She Who Thirsts demands your need. [Chorus] SLAA-NESH PYJAMA PARTY! Silk and screams entwine in perfect form! More is more—there is no end! Flesh reborn as lustful art! The Lord of Excess feeds on pain! She Who Thirsts… She Who Thirsts! In agony we praise Her name! In Pain And Chain! [Verse 2] The lashes sing, the hooks pierce skin, flesh entwined where sins begin. Bodies writhe where passion reigns, pleasure blooming through the pain. Knives compose the sweetest hymn, devotion sung through blood and skin. Eyes roll back in blessed trance, lust and torment’s holy dance. [Bridge] Surrender, servant, saint, or whore— She Who Thirsts will have you more. Her kiss is sweet, her love profane, pleasure forged through spike and pain. [Final Chorus] SLAA-NESH PYJAMA PARTY! Silk and screams entwine in perfect form! More is more—there is no end! Flesh reborn as lustful art! The Lord of Excess feeds on pain! She Who Thirsts… She Who Thirsts! In agony we praise Her name! In Pain And Chain! SLAA-NESH PYJAMA PARTY! Silk and screams entwine in perfect form! More is more—there is no end! Flesh reborn as lustful art! The Lord of Excess feeds on pain! She Who Thirsts… She Who Thirsts! In agony we praise Her name! In Pain And Chain! [Outro] More is more… is MOOOOOOORE! They who Thirst demand for more! For the Lady of Pain and Lust, for the Lord of Excess divine— we cut, we bleed, we intertwine! Scream in pleasure, cry in pain, He and She are one, SLAA-NESH!

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