Puritan Masochism - Konvent

You pathetic, worthless subject

Submission keeps you erect

Ignorant as you wait

There are enemies at the gate

Slaughter the peacocks

Set fire to the lawns

Now the Queen shall hang

You’ve wasted all your life

Reclaim it with a knife

Tear down these castle walls

Let blood flow in the halls

Your safe sense of comfort is as warm as an octopus' embrace

You wallow in the cold sea of puritan masochism

Go deep into the dungeons.

They hold no skepticism

The sights in there will shock you.

Cultists at a mass

See how they use the kids as human shields to pass

Pebbles for big rocks

You tremble as it dawns

Hit you with a bang

Come on out

Play with us

Come on out

When you kill the hostess, the spirit slowly dies