Arms wide open, no embrace
Fixed by nails into place
Crown of thorns upon head
Tore the flesh, deeply bled.
Hands no longer joined in prayer
Torn apart and nailed there
Impart wisdom through kind eyes
Doomed to bleed, asphyx and die
Sins of flesh, lust untold
This lust is sin, of the soul
Longing deep inside her mind
Longing still between her thighs
She carries the cross, upon her head
She carries her burden into bed
Death, intact her virginity
Only object of pleasure is HE
