Macabre Holy Pleasure

God, I owe you for giving me this life of macabre holy pleasure
And oh, I'm quite aware that old Lucifer could take it all away

But God, I know that your tree of grief is planted firmly
Your only son was killed and then returns the world's sweetest zombie

And the world in which he died is in six feet in my womb

But God, I see a shadow outside my window
And oh, I'm so afraid that it's old Lucifer gonna take it all away

And now the gloom comes, and I see your son melting in the Roman sun
And oh, I'm so [?] 'cause old Lucifer haunts me every day
Yes, old Lucifer haunts me every day
Every day, every day