| Long lost hours locked in, drenched in fear | |
| Faint steps resound closer, impending pains to withstand | |
| All senses out to the debauchery, | |
| He will come secreting | |
| Eucharist again | |
| Black robe, the veiled ogre, prayed his way to the fresh meat | |
| For the shepherd also dines on lamb and he bends for the frail and tender. | |
| Nightly taught in vice, housebroken with virtue, tamed, humiliated, | |
| To God the souls, but the flesh he'll takes care of... | |
| Magister, | |
| Magister, dolorae inferis | |
| Magister, | |
| Magister, in caudae venenum est | |
| Magister, | |
| Magister, caro mea vere est cibus. | |
| 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) | |
| Et clamor meus ad | |
| Te veniat | |
| Pulling sheets overhead in hopes to be spared | |
| Exaudi meam, miserere nobis | |
| Whence the evening came, he brands his cattle for life | |
| After eons it is time to go | |
| All of them empty shells walking, overused toys | |
| To nowhere they march, martyrs of lust | |
| In the making, more martyrs of lust | |
| Until guns blow or creaking ropes swing | |
| Beatified carrions in betrayed faith [Solo: Mat] [Solo: Pat] |
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