In a graveyard where the shadows roam And the mist spreads out thick as foam There's a white Mary's statue and a priest alone Beneath the silent snowfall

 

 

And red tears drop on wish to touch where lust rises Rigid among spasms of pleasure and a cilice close To the penitence of vows as thorns of rose Ma belle,my hell

 

 

I masturbate myself with the icon 'pon my bed If could blind walls of cell Reflect the perverse

 

 

I've kissed where She bled Weeping serum red As relic I collect Her scent with care I breath

 

 

A menstrual fetish for My private incest Rigid among spasms of pleasure And cilice close as thorns of rose

 

 

On this evening when storm awakes And her figure stands proud beyond the graves There's the last drop of faith and a priest insane About transuding strange

 

 

And blood tears drop on wish To touch where lust rises