[Music: Patrick & Mathieu]



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]