Smell of corruption in the house of gold She fends off phalli and hideous tongues Another finger inspect her cracks So many fiends are moving She tries in vain to shriek the fault But creeping snares are waiting Another finger inspect her cracks Tainted temptations to fight She'll recieve the lash for reasons That she doesn't understand And then she'll cry And she will pray Until she will feel nothing but Burning tears that close her eyes But cannot stop their hands Slow dissolution of her beliefs They always put her lord on knees Another finger inspect her cracks New pleasures that you're learning And she goes straight, she follows god But creeping snares are waiting Another finger inspect her cracks Tainted temptations to fight And you're so pure, Justine! And you're so pure, Justine!