The Priest:
       Confess your sins to God, don't be afraid.
       Just like me of flesh and blood you're
       made. I can heal your wounds and cleanse
       your soul, but never return all those
       lives you stole.
The Witch:
       'You can burn in hell'
The Preacher:
       God gives you shelter at heavens shore,
       abandon your thoughts to the mighty.
       Into the chapel of holyness, live for the
       sacred empire, engender the Enigma.
The Unorthodox:
       Sacerdotal majesty, a recreant nonentity?
       Do you remember when you said.
The Priest:
       I can heal the dead.
The Unorthodox:
       Paroxysmal ecstacy, dementia or deity?
       Sapless you are crawling, to confess
       your sins?

Psalm 2 'Celestial Dissension'

The further side, a confounded lie,
panegyration a reunion of riddles? The
sorrow, the funeral truth, mentally
fraud wih pseudo relics, enigma, unholy,
ungodly, commander of the regeneration.
Insidious and caught, implored by disgra-
ce. Inhumation... The burial of man. Con-
fession... Unify all evil. Deep inside, the
unknown quest, the sphere is so depres-
sed, a harp with broken strings, and the gro-
und, this mazy world do still exist, the
ghouls arise from the mist. Renascent
through the holy scripture, submission
to what for us is illusion. From the tene-
brous depths of history, who will divulge
the mystery. Unguiculated, unholy,
ungodly, commander of the regenerati-
on, insidious and caught, implored by dis-
grace, inhumation... The burial of man,
comfession... Unify all evil.

Psalm 3 'The Loss of Hallowed Life'

Ha, ha, ha, haoow