Flowing through my veins is the key to my papal power
An ancient bloodline; well maintained to avoid dilution

The Progenitor is the Father of Lies
The sovereign source for this power dwells within me

Inside my form
He lurks beneath my skin and stares through my eyes
Through me he has the power to instill the re-written doctrine to the Church

Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak

I am the Host of Satan
Parasites thriving in my blood
Harbour his soul in my surrogate subjugation
My fidelity lies with he who now grows inside of me

I, his vicar in the physical realm, feed him innocent blood as a sacrifice; the blood of infants and the blood of nuns

With great power comes great hypocrisy
With great power comes satanic adoration
With great power comes great hypocrisy
With great power comes the sacrificial blood of innocence

Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak
Wet with this blood, I’m a demigod; a flesh incarnate vessel

In this world of flesh and blood I feel the urge to fuck
This endless hunger to fuck and smother is driving me to rape the nuns

I feel the urge to reproduce, but the bloodline must stay intact. With death I purify the whorespawn blood