When hell has set the devil free To undercut your company Well disguised the friendly priest Is hiding in the room of shrift It's a sacred rendezvous Between the monk, the boy and You - you close your eyes Father, shelter all your sons Raped by all these priests and monks Who are all well blessed by Rome The sacred womb, Catholic zone Jesus had his Mary too And the Twelve believed in you As a god of love and hope Not as the bringer of Disaster, disaster All their prayers, all their pain The beast in red grabs again In the early afternoon His desire is growing soon "Little children, follow me" - to proceed the apogee Your wine is sour - your bread is soiled Your cross is broken - your words have failed In nomine patri et filii et spiritus sancti