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