[lyrics by Chiron, 1996]
Riding on the waves of a hundred souls pain
he does.
He rape the pure thoughts
of those fucking christians
And he penetrates the pure cunts
Of those delicious little nuns
He feast upon their fear of darkness
And he arouses himself in their woe
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