Up in the mountains
A fortress of the monks
This is the place
Where the missing children go
They are so powerful
That after the raping
And violating
They take your soul
And molest it in a sick perverted ritual
That only the elders know
Molesting and violating
Raping and torturing
In this monastery
Piss, vomit and sh**
Are the daily lubricants
In the monastery of perverts
In the dungeons
Of this sinister coven
Lies a cell of tormented souls
Abominating creatures await
Ready to take their turn
Ready to feel the pain
Ready to burn
Echoes die, die, die
Screaming stops when tongue is cut
I shall beat that evil spirit out of your body
I shall rape you in my sick ritual
Die, you die!