Indulging in the calamities

Nun's faces down in the mud near the ridge

Are their backs as strong as their faith?

The soldiers march on a human bridge

Gorge with lust until they're fat with pride

Elevate through the darkness out of the mind

Bruise the back with your sharp tongue

Push down on his head and crush his lungs

Laugh out loud 'til he goes deaf

Tear at the heart within his chest

His rob of flesh he won't deny

Use ignorance to crush the apple of his eye

Part the garments, smell the clothes

The scent of death lingers in your nose

The anger is ripe until the veins explode

Hold him down, lay on the stone