Nicotine - Oi Oi Lyrics
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctusTe deprecamur magum redemptorumBenediction benedictionBreathing from the wrath of the cup of GodCurse unto thee, thou flesh of these handsFor hast thou not hid me from salvation?Curse and thorns... the deserved rewardFor thou has fructified the whore of doubtTherefore hell hath enlarged herselfAnd opened her mouthWithout measureAnd their glory, and their multitudeAnd the pomp, and he that rejoicethShall descend into itDe profundis clamavi ad te, DomineAt last I have learned the love of thy waysThe salt and the needles and the nails of my eyesCome now Lord! Make me wholeHooks of light, hooks of sightThe path to redemption craves for pain againCurse and thorns... the deserved rewardFire of flesh, fire of skin... purification!