Devils - Inkubus Sukkubus

Sweet man of Grace, I tremble form your power

Great man of mystery, come lie with me this hour

Oh Dark Confessor

Who has know such wickedness

Unlock this tortured soul and grant my spririt rest

Though you would claim

That God inspires your Holy Plan

There is a darker force

That guides your charming hand

Grandier, Grandier

Free me from this blind madness

I want you, I love you, oh dear God forgive me

Grandier, what is this lunacy you spread?

A thousand screaming hearts shall see you dead

So many maids within your bed have lain

So many bastards would dare to mar your name

There is just one love you need have on this Earth

Though you would notice not a Sister of the Church

My head is reeling from the devils you have sent

You are the Beast to whom I shall repent