Smell of corruption in the house of gold   She fends off phalli and hideous tongues   Another finger inspect her cracks   So many fiends are moving   She tries in vain to shriek the fault   But creeping snares are waiting   Another finger inspect her cracks   Tainted temptations to fight      She'll recieve the lash for reasons   That she doesn't understand   And then she'll cry    And she will pray   Until she will feel nothing but   Burning tears that close her eyes   But cannot stop their hands      Slow dissolution of her beliefs   They always put her lord on knees   Another finger inspect her cracks   New pleasures that you're learning   And she goes straight, she follows god   But creeping snares are waiting   Another finger inspect her cracks   Tainted temptations to fight      And you're so pure, Justine!   And you're so pure, Justine!