Shadow of the Crucifix

A celibacy cover-up
To remain pure within their guise
You gather at the chapels
Where your tears stream and eyes gone dry
From a figure so sly with arms wide open
A truth not told, a secret not spoken

Vicars, bastards, sin after sin
Piled up bodies in the shadow of the crucifix

Hallowed grounds, loose soil
Salted earth around its walls

Sons and daughters in an unmarked grave
Lust for the man in black, and defiance of your faith

Faint cries below your feet
The dirt shifts as the children crawl

No one dare speak that they've fucked a man of God
They'll call it immaculate conception and just throw it in the yard

Hallowed grounds, loose soil
Salted earth around its walls

Faint cries below your feet
The dirt shifts as the children crawl

In the shadow of the crucifix