St. Sin

on this dark tombstone, where I lay

engraved with the one thing I could say

oh saints and sinners, devil's play

for your souls even here I pray

 

For wicked and cruel we are

to achive something we go far

rich and beggars must as well

pray or they will burn in hell

 

Free and prisoner, in chains you will rattle

You must too help with our battle

Against dark spirits, against the beast

Or  your mind and spirit be his feast

 

Fear and wonder, hatred and lies

If you could see with your own eyes

see the god and devil, still thje same

both seeking souls to praise there name