And the strict lord Death bids them to dance.
Between a strumpet's legs I lie, That's the place for such as I, The Lord is up above, you know, But Satan finds us here below.
You're a traitor - and you tricked me. But we will meet again, and I'll find a way out.
Is this what we offer to modern men's minds? Do they really believe we will take all of this seriously?
