Flagellants' Song

On blistered feet
Still marching on
Hands held in prayer

All hope is gone

Lash on your back
With pure intent
Welts on your skin
The punishment

Raise your whip and flay your flesh
Join our congregation
True believers come with us
In corporeal damnation

To feel glory
When sinew is stripped from bone
And to feel closer
To he who made this our life

Embracing the shame
Of sins that you've seen
It won't go away
You are so unclean

The pain and the guilt
It all seems so sad
The penance is just
Or deeds gone mad

So many lies to bestow upon yourself
Smiling through tears and screams
With wounds so fresh
Guilt ridden, all for nothing, wretched still
Mortification of the sinful flesh