We made love like a pair of black wizards

Two kings, both depraved at heart,
On the battlefield, where we lay our scene,
From inspired hate break to fevered war,
Where their kingdoms burn around them.
From the fatal loins of these dark foes,
Two wicked wizards seek their little death,
Whose copulation spawns an end,
That with it’s completion,
Brings utter destruction,
Is now the two hours pleasure,
The which, if your lustful eyes spy,
What here shall miss, their coition shall strive to mend.

Heh inspired by a conversation with Ariel Stewart in which it was said "Well, Of Montreal has some of my favorite unique lyrics. For example, my favorite sex simile ever is when they say, “We made love like a pair of black wizards.” How bomb is that?! Haha."