The day is getting over. Silence. Silence. In the cold wall of cloister – crying.
Cry of priest, cry of traitor. Pain, pain, pain.
He was young and teach his sheeps. There was a girl, still a child, Unprotected. Priest desired for her, Sperm bursted out. Who led him to do it? God?
He's hidden between the walls of monastery. Can't see into the mother's eyes, Pray for brothers like him, Who under protection of cross, still bringing the shame.
Cry of priest, cry of traitor. Pain, pain, pain.
The holy water doesn't help. The holy water doesn't help. The holy water doesn't help. The holy water doesn't help.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
