[Music: Patrick & Mathieu]      Long lost hours locked in, drenched in fear   Faint steps resound closer, impending pains to withstand      All senses out to the debauchery,   He will come secreting Eucharist again   Black robe, the veiled ogre, prayed his way to the fresh meat   For the shepherd also dines on lamb and he bends for the frail and tender.   Nightly taught in vice, housebroken with virtue, tamed, humiliated,   To God the souls, but the flesh he'll takes care of...      Magister, Magister, dolorae inferis   Magister, Magister, in caudae venenum est   Magister, Magister, caro mea vere est cibus.   Torrente voluptatis, tuae potabis eos      (He stalks the corridors, question which room he'll sneak in   Shivering puppies' cringe, praying their turn has not come)      Et clamor meus ad Te veniat   Pulling sheets overhead in hopes to be spared   Exaudi meam, miserere nobis   Whence the evening came, he brands his cattle for life      After eons it is time to go   All of them empty shells walking, overused toys   To nowhere they march, martyrs of lust   In the making, more martyrs of lust   Until guns blow or creaking ropes swing   Beatified carrions in betrayed faith      [Solo: Mat]   [Solo: Pat]