God Bless The Hustler

Shining upon their chests
The silver seal
The blood-red penitents
Towards our land
From my window I can guess
The flames of their so-called heaven
By now, I should run away
Leave the house, the church, the grave
And I won’t do that
I open my eyes — cannot move
Their hell after tracks me down
Has finally put his hand in mine
Torture me if you want
I have learnt to suffer
And in my grave
Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties
Once more saved — nevermore
Mare tenebrarum — the red penitents
My fate divine — their worst obssession
Burn in hell you cunt !
Their eyes are burning more than their crosses