Keep my breath mute as I walk into the hall
I just hear the sound of my footsteps
The abbey is cold and asleep, I hide behind a wall
The way is clear to go to her bed

I am the monk, holier than a saint,
Let your sins flowing down
To my hallowed hands
I have to roam in these dark empty rooms
Looking for Mathilde
And her far gone soul

Pityness for the weakness of the flesh
I can see your tempting eyes
As youre coming to my arms
Emptyness, feeding remorse and distress
Like a field of dying seeds
I will sink you with my tears

Ecstatic emotions as I lay her to the ground
I must be in heaven right now
In her eyes I can see a red light burning me
So she smiles like an insane child
She throws me away to the cliff where I will die
I will bleed my life in a slow agony

I am the monk, holier than a saint,
Let your sins flowing down
To my hallowed hands
I have to roam in these dark empty rooms
Looking for Mathilde
And her far gone soul