Divine Satisfaction (Lost Soul)

Worshippers of silence Don't tell me about it's majesty You're troubling with your cursed yell Eternal dream of my lover Let your lips become silent forever Worshippers of mystery Never able to be known Shake up black pearls Of your own surmises My Temple is not for your sake And the sweetness of Divine Satisfaction Do reverence to mighty lord He appeases oceans haunted by fury And slakes the burning fire In the heart of every....slave With voluptuous glance I'm charming With the greedy palms I'm tearing the rags of deceit He's naked, weak Look at me! I'm burning his eyes with my growing desire Don't chant my name Worshippers of everyone Calmed down revolt Poisoned with spirit degradation As the biggest servant on the Earth Here's the power conferred upon you Clandestine circle which shall never be My Temple is not for your sake And the sweetness of Divine Satisfaction