[00:37.68]Long lost hours locked in, drenched in fear[00:38.52]Faint steps resound closer, impending pains to withstand[00:39.81]All senses out to the debauchery,[01:08.88]He will come secreting[01:09.36]Eucharist again[01:12.09]Black robe, the veiled ogre, prayed his way to the fresh meat[01:20.19]For the shepherd also dines on lamb and he bends for the frail and tender.[01:24.15]Nightly taught in vice, housebroken with virtue, tamed, humiliated,[01:25.56]To God the souls, but the flesh he'll takes care of...[01:49.68]Magister,[01:49.92]Magister, dolorae inferis[01:50.55]Magister,[01:50.79]Magister, in caudae venenum est[01:51.57]Magister,[01:51.81]Magister, caro mea vere est cibus.[01:53.10]Torrente voluptatis, tuae potabis eos (He stalks the corridors, question which room he'll sneak in Shivering puppies' cringe, praying their turn has not come)[01:58.59]Et clamor meus ad[01:58.98]Te veniat[01:59.22]Pulling sheets overhead in hopes to be spared[02:17.43]Exaudi meam, miserere nobis[02:18.09]Whence the evening came, he brands his cattle for life[02:24.00]After eons it is time to go[02:24.93]All of them empty shells walking, overused toys[02:39.99]To nowhere they march, martyrs of lust[02:49.35]In the making, more martyrs of lust[02:50.13]Until guns blow or creaking ropes swing[02:58.74]Beatified carrions in betrayed faith [Solo: Mat] [Solo: Pat]