Some place dark and wild,
heads roll freely across the ground.
They pound their fists on heavens bloody gates,
but will never be let in.

Scream the sacred names.
Killing it is your will.
Go to their father on Sunday,
bare your filthy soul.
Hail Mary, Queen of the Witches...
You will surely sin again.

Eat, fuck, hate, and love.
You will be the beast.
They burn you where you sleep at night,
to purge you from their eyes.
Allowing you to die,
free of sins,
a most honorable and God fearing death.