Your fathers turbid deceit
Indelibly stains your wicked conscience
Your love of the idols
Condemned your age to a fierce loneliness
The sins of your liberteen-age
Have made you a syphilitic wench
You cannot deny your essence
And bargain it for any idea of Heaven
So sweet whore just kneel
Kiss your Monsignor
And reckon your lustful whims
As of fate a sinister gift
I beg you Marilene
Give up your prayers
Ill save you and return you
Back to perdition
I beg you Marilene
Give up your tears
Ill save you from remorse
Ill bring you to pleasure
Praecnge me, Dmine, cingulo purittis,
et extngue in lumbis meis humrem libdinis;
ut mneat in me virtus continntiae et castittis.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
