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His soul; a black core of unlight

Dark as the chambers he would roam

Through his veins the black blood flows

Pumping through his horrid feeble heart

But his robe covers it all

The crucifix conceals his grotesque scars

Is he not just another holy man?

Well, those corpses won't tell!

13 corpses in 7 barrels

Protected by occult rites

In the cellar, under the altar

A feast for his abhorrent master!!!

In a cauldron the blood of his victims boil

Blasphemous bloodshed on holy soil

13 corpses in 7 barrels

The smell of rotting bowels

As he preach the holy word

His morbid lust grows stronger (and stronger)

Sickening stench from the cellar

Suspicion rises among the crowd

They must not find the hidden corpses

He must make sure they don't

So he lights the unholy flame

Burning candles is what to blame

(FIRE!)

In the remains of the church they find;

7 barrels burnt to ashes

The burnt limbs of 13 women;

His Ave to Abhorrent Master!