Through truth and honour, my empty soul will be endowed with virtuous conception
I'll lie in wait, decompose and pray for resurrection
My master, my Lord, I've lapsed from grace, betrayed your holy convent
Stimulating invitations baited me, I now appeal to repent
What is to be in the great beyond? Will I stand condemned?
Is the power of confession reformation plenty, will my soul remend?
What is written for the morning after, previsioned in the trump of doom?
My stiffened corpse reclines in peace, but will my gist exhume?
The pain in my heart has never burned so deep, it feels like self cremation
Lead me off this unknown path, confine me to probation.