God Bless The Hustler

Anorexia Nervosa

Shining upon their chests

The silver seal

The blood-red penitents

Towards our land

From my window I can guess

The flames of their so-called heaven

By now, I should run away

Leave the house, the church, the grave



And I won't do that



I open my eyes - cannot move

Their hell after tracks me down

Has finally put his hand in mine

Torture me if you want

I have learnt to suffer

And in my grave

Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties



Once more saved - nevermore

Mare tenebrarum - the red penitents

My fate divine - their worst obssession

Burn in hell you cunt !



Their eyes are burning more than their crosses