In the midnight hour Stalking around the convent In the dead of the night Waiting for the perfect moment I feel a brittle breeze From an unclosed window's pane A shining, dusted casement And its softly creaking frame A moment before mayhem A calm before the storm Final unheard prayers From the shadows rises a golden horn She is no more chaste That little c*nt of light Her honour gone to waste In the darkness of this night She is no more pure That little who*e of Christ
Sin's penetrative cure buried her alive Next to a nun - a second to fun! Teaching the pleasures of the sinful flesh Holy who*e forced under my gun I'm choking her with my dirty Horny f*cking bloody breath She is no more chaste That little c*nt of light Her honour gone to waste In the darkness of this night She is no more pure That little who*e of Christ Sin's penetrative cure buried her alive Chastity forgotten as she percolates Her never-opened flower soaks, ejaculates