Folly, error, sin, avarice Occupy our minds and labor our bodies And we feed our pleasant remorse As beggars nourish their vermin Our sins are stubborn, our repentance faint We sell our weak confessions at high price Returning gaily to the bogs of vice Thinking base tears can cleanse our every taint Thinking base tears can cleanse our every taint Pillowed on evil, Satan Trismegist Ceaselessly cradles our enchanted mind The flawless metal of our will we find Volatilized by this rare alchemist The Devil holds the puppet threads and swayed Daily we take one further step toward Hell Suffering no horror in the olid shade Daily we take one further step toward Hell Suffering no horror in the olid shade