In search of invisible forgiveness The man in black with the melted cross Listen to my whining guilt My existence of pain and loss The expensive price to pay In a short time, soon Chained in my own soul Condemned by the troops of doom Kneeling by the altar The weak and impure priest A dry shot in the mouth Starting the blood feast Ecumenical decay The farce of dirty power For the rest of the day The bell is silent in the tower