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[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]
文本歌词
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