Walk in the cathedral

The seraphim stare down at me

Their wing are mine to dust

Golden altars' wooden Christs

Who's feet I shyly kissed

Feet I shyly kissed

We traveled in a stage coach

It rumbled through the night

We held our bundles in our laps

In velvet cloaks we huddled rapt

I once shot up with holy water

When I dreamed that you had left

You faced me as you flew away

With leaves of laurel crowned

I shot up with holy water

You were crownеd leaves of laurel

I am your almighty and your lowliеst of slaves

I'm everything you took from me

And everything you gave

She whom you forsook and

Whom you mercifully saved

I anoint your feet and shine

Down glory all your days on you

Chosen one

Kneel and take communion

Open your mouth and take the host

This is my blood

This is my body

Taste the wine

Open your throat

I am your lord

You my temptation

You the seduction

I can't resist

Now my Mary Magdalene

Now my Jesus Christus

Savior and nemesis

My cross and my joy

Pleasure sanctuary to monks

And choir boys

I'm the one who rapes you

Who you think of when you beat off

Potion that you drink

When you take solace at the Lethe

I'm your high priest

I'm the prayer you repeat

Sacrificial lamb that lies

Bleeding at your feet

You

My messiah

The golden-domed Iglesia stone

In moonless skies

I sought you in confessionals

And when your voice I heard

I spilled my sins into your ear

And you became the seraphim

And carried me away

On wings of felt and broken quill

Cloaked in stony liquefaction

One hand stretched out

Beseeching

The other raised to bless

Now eternal arms enfold me

In glory we're consumed