Flagellants' Song - Apocalypse Orchestra

On blistered feet

Still marching on

Hands held in prayer

All hope is gone

Lash on your back

With pure intent

Welts on your skin

The punishment

Raise your whip and flay your flesh

Join our congregation

True believers come with us

In corporeal damnation

To feel glory

When sinew is stripped from bone

And to feel closer

To he who made this our life

Embracing the shame

Of sins that you’ve seen

It won’t go away

You are so unclean

The pain and the guilt

It all seems so sad

The penance is just

Or deeds gone mad