The Lusticon Lyrics - Silentium

In these times, passion hath become 

More than any spirit, haunted or divine 

Flesh hath become the image 

And our lust as the sacrament of it all 

To feel lust for, for her innocence 

Loins hurt for lust denied 

Just by the thought of her 

Betrayal in my eyes 

Just by the sight of her 

Come drown him 

With your naked skin 

First to my God 

Then into your grace 

The more you want her 

More dismay more slander 

She will be crucified for your desires 

The seven sacraments 

Of pleasures of the flesh 

Oh, come to me 

Who is this woman? 

Please touch me, deity of lust 

Oh, kiss me, she is your god 

Just lay with me, she is everyone