House of Asmodeus [Russian translation]

Moxxie:

I love you

More than the brimstone loves the fire

More than Beelze loves her bub

More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs

You make my spirit sing

Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell

Our love is a story sweet to tell

Yeah, you cast a special satanic spell over my heart

Love is a journey we decided to start

Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart

I love you (x7)

Moxxie, Asmodeus & Fizzarolli:

I love you (x5)

I love you (x4)

Asmodeus & Fizzarolli:

Who's singing love songs at my lustful lounge?

Ozzie's ain't thе place for sentimental sounds

What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?

Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust

Give me a thrust

Yeah, show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

In desire we trust

In the house of Asmodeus (Trumpet, ha!)

Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade

Perform your feelings on a velvety stage

Well, we got a saying that's popular in these parts

Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts

You wanna hang around this lustful town?

Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around

Here we sing about wants and desires

Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire

So, give me a thrust

Show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

Little imp, you just must

In the house of Asmodeus

Come on, sing us a song

Make sure the subject is getting it on

Make it graphic and tactfully long

Be sure to rhyme "thong" and "shlong"

Go ahead, the mic's on

Moxxie & Fizzarolli:

I want to

Yeah, what do you want?

Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?

Make gentle love to you

Asmodeus:

Ugh, what a limp-dick imp

You're really killing the vibe

Get a load of this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride

Blitzo & Moxxie

Hey now, I've watched those two pork many times

What? Blitzo?

And, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting

Fizzarolli:

That Blitzo? So, you're showing your face?

Hey everybody, this guy's a total disgrace

Some nerves you got to comment on a relationship

Last I checked your love life is a pile of shit

Verosika & Blitzo:

Oh, Blitzo?

I used to date him (Oh, Verosika, you're here)

I'd stroke and I'd fellate him (Fellate him, fellate him)

Yeah, but when it was my turn (My turn, my turn)

He did no reciprocatin' (What a bitch-ass)

A selfish imp in the sheets

And just as bad in the streets

A reckless, heartbreaking freak

Asmodeus:

Who's that at your table?

Is your date a demon prince?

Stolas is that you?

(Wooo!) Are you sleeping with an imp?

My dark lord, how the mighty do fall

You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all

I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up

You sold your life for a thrust

Now, that's the spirit of lust

Grab your groin or a bust

You better get your head must

Pretend you don't see that crust

Hump 'til your junk turns to dust

Asmodeus & Fizzarolli:

In the house of Asmode-

Millie & Moxxie:

(Hey!)

I think you were trying to sing something for me, Mox

Yeah, I was

Moxxie:

I love us

I love us just the way we are

Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't

I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes

I'll never take you for granted

I'll always give you my best

And if you can offer the same thing

We'll handle the rest

'Cause I love you (x2)