Bow to the virgin
Prostrate thyself
In the hour of death
Cry forth for help
Then descends
From out of the pitch
Cloaked in the sins
You would never admit
O Intemerata Obsecro Te
O Intemerata Obsecro Te
O Intemerata Obsecro Te
O Intemerata Obsecro Te
The Memitim's come to take you away
The Memitim's come to take you away
The black book of hours
Upon its wrists
Pray to your god

This cannot exist
As the heart panteth
After thee
From that book
Beg do not read
The black book of hours
Opens again
Upon your death
Its pages read
Oh god
Break the teeth of their mouths
Fangs of the young lions
Tear out
Oh god
Break the teeth of their mouths
Fangs of the young lions
Tear out