(Patrick & Mathieu)nnLong lost hours locked in, drenched in fear nFaint steps resound closer, impending pains to withstand nnAll senses out to the debauchery, nHe will come secreting Eucharist again nBlack Robe, the veiled ogre, prayed his way to the fresh meat nFor the shepherd also dines on lamb and he bends for the frail and tender. Nightly taught in vice, nhousebroken with virtue, nTamed, humiliated, nTo God the souls, but the flesh he'll takes care of... nnMagister, magister, dolorae inferis nMagister, Magister, in caudae venenum est nMagister, Magister ,caro mea vere est cibus. nTorrente voluptatis Tuae potabis eos nn(He stalks the corridors, question which room he'll sneak in nShivering puppies' cringe, praying their turn has not come) nnEt clamor meus ad Te veniat (Hello, up there, I'm praying you!!! Have mercy upon us!) nPulling sheets overhead in hopes to be spared nExaudi meam, miserere nobis (Get me the fuck out of here!) nWhence the evening came he brands his cattle for life nnAfter eons it is time to go nAll of them empty shells walking, overused toys nTo nowhere they march, martyrs of lust nIn the making, more martyrs of lust nUntil guns blow or creaking ropes swing nBeatified carrions in betrayed faith nn(solo : Mathieu) n(Solo : Patrick)n