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When hell has set the devil free
To undercut your company

Well disguised the friendly priest
Is hiding in the room of shrift
It's a sacred rendezvous
Between the monk, the boy and

You - you close your eyes

Father, shelter all your sons
Raped by all these priests and monks
Who are all well blessed by Rome
The sacred womb, Catholic zone

Jesus had his Mary too
And the Twelve believed in you
As a god of love and hope
Not as the bringer of
Disaster, disaster

All their prayers, all their pain
The beast in red grabs again

In the early afternoon
His desire is growing soon
"Little children, follow me" - to proceed the apogee

Your wine is sour - your bread is soiled
Your cross is broken - your words have failed

In nomine patri et filii et spiritus sancti

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