The Black Book Of Hours

Bow to the virgin Prostrate thyself In the hour of death Cry forth for help Then descends From out of the pitch Cloaked in the sins You would never admit O Intemerata Obsecro Te O Intemerata Obsecro Te O Intemerata Obsecro Te O Intemerata Obsecro Te The Memitim's come to take you away The Memitim's come to take you away The black book of hours Upon its wrists Pray to your god This cannot exist As the heart panteth After thee From that book Beg do not read The black book of hours Opens again Upon your death Its pages read Oh god Break the teeth of their mouths Fangs of the young lions Tear out Oh god Break the teeth of their mouths Fangs of the young lions Tear out