Natural impression
Seems an act of modern blasphemy
Can´t hold discretion
This is not an act of purity
My fault, my secret
Now my soul will burn eternally
Can't escape the horror
It´s my time to motherf*cking face the priest
And his holy mother church
Now I breathe the fire
And my wounds can no more longer bleed
Chosen by desire
I sold my soul to reach eternity
My master
Seducer
Blasphemer
Profane
Now my body´s found a cure
Now my body´s free and pure
With my face in the sand
I see dead bodies collapsing