Creatures of habit, ladies of grace Holding their vows in the coldest embrace Steeped in denial yet never regret Giving their Lord as good as they get
Behind those saintly walls, a host of secrets lie Smouldering with time, burning their cross
You're possessed by the convent guilt Armed to the hilt Possessed by the convent guilt Blaspheme the night
Maidens unbroken, hags old and wrecked Praying their father to resurrect Doting on words of apocryphal lore They wage a silent war
What penury they pay, for earthy sins untold They suffer for our guilt, or maybe their own...
You're possessed by the convent guilt No semen spilt Possessed by the convent guilt Do what thou wilt
The morning star is warm, when shining silver light Pierces cloister walls, burning the crossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
