Assembly of devotees
Coming to the cemetery
In feverish devotion
To caress the holy dead
The candlelight reveals
A necrophiliac desire
Hidden behind the suffering
Of the faithful
Morbid fascination
By the smell of the rotting corpse
And the mysteries inside
The eyes of the deceased
The bells tolling
While the priest is reciting
His old psalmus
Of the morbid catholicism
The night falls at the church ruins
And the shadows dance around the candles
A sinister presence is called upon
To receive the embalmed on his realm
Sadistic eyes full of horror
Yet entranced by the vision of doom
Grotesque rite of perverted dogma
Embalmed dreams coming true
The bells tolling
While the priest is reciting
His old psalmus
Of the morbid catholicism
Spiritus domini
Rex gloriae
Libera animas omnium
Fidelium defunctorum
Mortuary consummation
By the hands of the priest
Demented are the ways
Of the morbid catholicism