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Walking the streets of Rome back in fifteen-ninety-four

He stole three beer pints and soon two were in his guts

A curse occurred that day when he came across a priest

The priest fell on the mud and a sheep’s shit on his face

He rose up in anger and they arrested that guy

They went all the way to the Vatican State

Where crowds had united to share the bread and wine

“Save my sinner flesh!”

Gregor XIII, the Pope in that time

Began his speech with a deep loud voice

About a saint that had died, ''Cecilia the Blind''

As the organs of torture played in that cell:

“O Lord, make my heart and my flesh be made pure

That I may not be cast into confusion”

Her music ascends to the Divine

Fountain of all harmony

And she sings to its Creator, even

Amidst the profane concerts of Earth!

(Concerts of Hell!)