Confess your sins to God, don"t be afraid.
Just like me of flesh and blood you"re made.
I can heal your wounds and cleanse your soul,
but never return all those lives you stole.
"You can burn in hell"
God gives you shelter at heavens shore,
abandon your thoughts to the mighty.
Into the chapel of holyness, live for the sacred empire,
engender the Enigma.
Sacerdotal majesty, a recreant nonentity?
Do you remember when you said.
I can heal the dead.
Paroxysmal ecstacy, dementia or deity?
Sapless you are crawling, to confess