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