Cardinals Folly - Rasputin (The Mad Monk) lyrics

Hlysts, religious men Sin to drive out sin To the holy land and back May the roads grow thin Wolf among the sheep Sin to drive out sin Holy rod sinks deep Mad monk, Rasputin! Prophet of drying czar k**ed by first big war His son can stand the blood Heal him, oh, mad monk Cyanide he ate Bullets he took This holy man Red wine with venom And shot in the back Charming the vixens around him All the ladies were willing But one of them was royal For that, he lost it all Buried in Peter's town Stolen from grave Burned to ashes Called it a day! Invoker of the riding angel of d**h His name shall be known through Time beyond time Deploying the devil's evil schemes